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“I fucking love your terror.” I shiver. He’s said that before—but what lengths will he go to get it? “What do you think will happen if one of them wakes up?” He turns his head, looking out over the girls spread across the living room. I don’t remember falling asleep. I just remember the dancing, and eventually the exhaustion. Did I decide to lie down? Did we all collectively decide to go to sleep at the same time? Sleepovers generally don’t involve that much sleep. And for Greyson to have gotten in here…

“I will. I promise.” Heather grinned. “Good. Now, I’ve got one more demand. Sleepover in the den, just like the old days. No scrolling through contract offers, no overthinking. Just us, the city lights, and maybe…maybe some classic game film if you’re not too tired.” It wasn’t just nostalgia that pulled Alexandra into the warmth of her friend’s embrace. Laughter mixed with the quiet comfort of belonging. As they settled in for the night, the world outside seemed to pause—uncertain, waiting, full of possibilities.

The girls were waiting for me in the living room and as soon as I stepped in they both hooked their hands around my elbows. “What’s going on?” I asked looking at both of them. They exchanged glances before Jade decided to speak up. “We wanted to have a sleepover with you. You know we haven’t done this for years now and we missed you, so we don’t know if it will be okay for us to sleep in your room tonight…” She paused and looked at me before quickly adding, “That’s if you’re okay with it.” My lips curled up in a smile at her smart words.

Aurora’s P.O.V Caleb’s room was on the other side of the building, on the same floor as me, and I was only just realizing this as Caroline led me down the hall to the left wing of the building. “We all have spare rooms on this floor.” She told me as we walked, pointing to random door and naming who they are supposed to be for. “We don’t really crash here often, since our homes are all within the pack, but on special occasions, we are allowed to have sleepovers. But you know how sleepovers are, no one really sleeps there. We just stay up all night with some booze and game consoles.”

I’m not comfortable going home to an empty house now. “Man sleepover?” I asked the other two hopefully. Colten cracked a half smile, “Sophie is staying with Sebastian so yes, man sleepover.” Joel chuckled and then we left to head to Colten’s house.

I refused but he didn’t listen and walked out of the room after giving me a sexy wink while I groaned and cursed before the sleep overtook me and I passed out. The next time I woke up, Nicholas was sitting on the chair with a file in his hand, I guess some patient's record, so lost in reading it until he felt me wake up and looked up at me from the file. "Hey, you are awake." he said placing the file on the desk instantly "How are you feeling now?" he asked. "Like shit but better than before." I answered honestly "What are you still doing here? It's after midnight. Shouldn't you be at your home, resting?"

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

"I'd slap myself before I pick a fight if I had such a generous friend, but Luna still wants to move out? How unreal!" The whispers grew louder. Several people used their phones to record us. I cleared my throat and spoke up so everyone could hear, "Do you mean the time you dumped your packages all over my bed and ruined my brand-new luxury brand bedsheet, Sia? That matter's settled since you paid me back." Sia stopped smiling.

My parents had jetted off to some conference in Vegas, leaving the apartment all to myself, and tonight, to Aubrey and me. Best friends since freshman year of college, we'd planned this sleepover like it was our last hurrah before senior year swallowed us whole. Pizza boxes lay open on the floor, half-eaten slices congealing under the lamp's warm light, and our laughter still echoed from the dumb rom-com we'd started but never finished.

Within a minute, maybe two, Troy slipped out of her and rolled over. "Can I go to sleep now?" Lisa just needed to open her eyes to look at the clock on the table next to the bed. "It's way past lunch time. Room service? What time do you need to leave?" "Room service sounds good, but there's no school tomorrow. It's a teacher work day." Lisa giggled, tried but failed to squelch it, giggled louder, then laughed. "What?" "Do you want to have a sleepover? An adult sleepover?"