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"We need to talk," he says softly while lazily circling a finger on my bare ass cheek, "I don't wanna spend more time fighting with you."

I turn to my side to look at him. He is leisurely lying down with his abs to the bed, while I'm lying next to him also facing down but with my laptop in front of me. I totally forgot I have to submit an assignment by midnight. Good thing we finished fifteen minutes before the deadline and I managed to proof read everything before sending it to my lecturer.

"Honesty before romance." I agree with him. Those fights were wearing me down too. They took up so much space in my mind that I have difficulty to focus on my education.

"Should we talk tonight?" I near myself so we'd be tangled with each other's limbs, "Or tomorrow morning?"

I left