Alex groaned, tossing the blanket over his head as sunlight stabbed through the gaps in the blinds. His room was too quiet for a Saturday morning—no alarms, no school, nothing. His mom wasn't home, which normally would have meant peace and quiet, but today… today he felt uneasy.
He rolled onto his side and reached for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up instantly. Ten notifications. All from Liam.
Ten.
Alex froze, heart skipping. He'd just left Liam yesterday, had that long walk home, that kiss goodbye… but ten messages? In less than twelve hours?
He swiped the screen awake and scrolled.
Message 1:Good morning, handsome. Hope you slept well
A smirk tugged at Alex's lips. Innocent enough.
Message 2:…But not as good as you would if I were there.
Alex's stomach twisted. He could practically feel Liam's breath in the back of his neck.
