What Happens After Midnight

by K.L. Walther

but Leda was the ray of sunshine to Josh’s seriousness. Any true romantic would agree that they were a perfect match.

Latin students were teased on campus because we had all the basics of a dark academia novel down,

Nothing about being the Jester seemed worth it if you couldn’t be my partner in crime.”

I booped him on the nose. “Karma.”

Queen.

“Because I didn’t,” I told him. “I didn’t want or need anyone; I wanted, needed, and burned for you.” Tag gave me a look. “Did you just quote Bridgerton?” I gave him a look back. “Did you just admit to watching Bridgerton?” He flushed.

“Like a full-body dry heave set to music,”