KyleI’m tired. Not the kind of tired where you yawn and call it a night, but the kind that makes your bones ache with shame, your skin feel too tight, and your thoughts spin too loud to let you rest.I stood near the bed, staring at it like it was some sacred object I wasn’t allowed to touch. Of course, he was already on it—Hayden. Sprawled out like a prince in his goddamn castle while using his loud-ass phone, claiming space he didn't even need but wouldn’t share.There was only one bed in the room. One. And it wasn’t like I could just curl up on the floor like some obedient little dog. My body wasn't made for cold tiles or twisted sleeping positions. I needed a bed. I was made for a bed. My mom always says that too.I knew if I so much as leaned a knee into the mattress, Hayden would flare those stormy brows at me and maybe even kick me off. Or worse, punch me again. My lip still throbbed from earlier. So I decided to be mature. Respectful, even. I took the chair by the desk, arms
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