What Happens After Midnight

by K.L. Walther

but the other part quickly nipped the thought in the bud.

But I didn’t tell him. If he didn’t realize the gold rush of attention he got from girls and how hard it was for me to handle, it meant he was enjoying it.

Ok sis is toxic and insecure.

“And finally,” Dean DeLuca said, “we are stripping you of your senior dinner privilege and thus your salutatorian duties.”

Maybe its just me but that seems a bit dramatic...

Bunker chuckled. “Oh, my dear Lily,” he said, “even though you and Taggart discarded my suggestion yesterday and didn’t pay a cent of attention to my lecture, you both deserve each and every joy life has to offer.” He smiled knowingly. “I suspect one of them was last night.”

Finally someone with some sense

He was right; Tag’s and my communication skills were terrible.

I hate the miscommunication trope 🤦🏼‍♀️

“It would’ve been easier if I’d told you how I felt,” I said. “Our communication skills went down the drain.”

literally

“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?”

“You paid a high price,” she whispered, “but damn am I in awe of you.”

You look like we booked you as our photographer only fifteen minutes ago.” “You literally did,”