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I rubbed my stomach unconsciously too. If the baby is a girl, i’ll protect with all i have and give her all the sleepovers her heart desires. I settled on the coffee in bed, and after some consultation with the internet, i found out a sleepover isnt’ so complicated. It usually ends with breakfast and everyone going back to their houses. If Bridget wants to stay for longer, then she’s welcome to. We can have a two nights sleepover kind of arrangement. “Step out of your thoughts for a while will you, Antonia?”

"That is what friends are for, right?" Lydia could not sleep. She was in bed fully dressed under her covers, watching the minutes crawl by on her phone. 11:17. 11:42. 12.08. The sound of laughter and music from the common room gradually faded as her hall mates went to their rooms. By 1 AM, the dorm had finally fallen silent. This was it for her. The perfect time to sneak off on the most reckless mission of her life.

Want to talk? I exited the text window and swiped over to favorites and tapped on Sarah's picture. "Hey" "Hi. So why don't you get to stay in your room?" "Tonight I do, but tomorrow my brother and his family will be here, and I'll lose it to my niece and nephews." "And you?" "Sleeper sofa." "Lovely." "Yeah. Horrid, hard, uncomfortable thing. Can't go to sleep till everyone else goes to bed, and I'll get woken up by the first rug rat awake. And that'll be super early, because, well, they're kids."

"I need help with a project I'm working on. Are you available to meet tomorrow? We'll need several hours if you're free." "Sure, just tell me where and when. I'm free all day tomorrow since it's Saturday and my parents are going out of town to my Aunts house for the weekend. Maybe we should move the sleepover to my house instead of your house tomorrow since the house will be empty?" asked Bridget.

Max would go to work and make lovely meals for strangers, whereas Grace would sit at her laptop, trying to capture the precise moment when two people stop to be individuals and become a pair. But tonight, they were simply Max and Grace, huddled together on their sofa in their apartment, disputing about what to watch on N*****x and expecting a future that felt both thrilling and inevitable. The unforeseen roommate arrangement has become the most anticipated event in each of their lives. And they were right where they belonged.

“You have good taste, girllll.” Claire gave a small smile. “Thanks.” Without missing a beat, she pulled a notepad from her desk and uncapped a pen. “Now. I made a list.” The three exchanged curious looks as Claire wrote swiftly, then turned the pad toward them. Sleepover Plan: 1. Movie marathon 2. Truth or Dare 3. Midnight snacks raid 4. Sharing secrets 5. Karaoke with my dad’s old speaker 6. DIY face masks 7. Sleep (maybe) Becky’s jaw dropped. “That’s… a lot.”

Authors POV It was night time in Maurice’s hostel, but Maurice couldn’t sleep. The large bedroom was dimly lit, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the space. Beside him, Hailey lay on her side, fast asleep, her black hair spread across the pillow. She looked peaceful, untouched by the worries that always kept him awake at night.

The sun filtered through the dorm blinds, slicing across the room in golden streaks. It should’ve been peaceful a slow Sunday morning after a long night of moaning, teasing, and skin on skin. But peace didn’t last long in Dorm 309. I stretched lazily, tangled between Ryan and Liv, Jace’s arm slung possessively over my waist. Our legs overlapped, sheets kicked to the floor, skin still warm from the hours we spent forgetting Sierra ever existed. “Mmm,” Liv purred, pressing a sleepy kiss to my bare shoulder. “Best sleepover ever.”

he offered, his tone earnest but playful, as though he were trying to reassure me amidst the shared quiet. I couldn't help but cast a wary glance at the floor over his shoulder, remembering the dull ache in my back from earlier. "No, I don't mind sleeping here," I said with a slight shrug, my heart racing for reasons I didn't fully understand. It's not like it was the first time we had shared a bed during a sleepover. As I settled in, the familiar scent of Adam mixed with the remnants of my shower filled my senses, wrapping around us as the movie started flickering to life on the screen, the room gradually dimming further into an intimate cocoon of comfort.

Liberty’s eyes flicked past me toward the hallway, toward Dawson’s bedroom, then back. She grinned. Oh no. She didn’t say anything, Liberty wasn’t cruel, but the look she gave me was a full sentence: So. You slept here. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. Instead, Liberty dropped her bag near the couch and clapped her hands once. “Okay! New plan. We’re having a sleepover.” Dawson’s brows lifted. “We’re what?” “A sleepover,” Liberty repeated, already marching into the kitchen like she owned the place. “Because some psycho thinks he can loom at me through glass like a sad vampire, and I say no. I say I get carbs and blan