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(Zoop!) The next morning, Ophelia was still lying on top of him, using his chest as a pillow.
“Anything,” Ferris replied. “They have chefs here that will cook you anything you want.”
She leaned forward, kissing along his jaw gently before closing her eyes.
The dining hall was loud and full of chattering students. “What do you want to eat?” Alyssa asked over the din.
“You’ll be embarrassed,” she teased, kissing along his sternum. “I’ll be smug.”
“What are you talking about? Of course she does,” he said. Alyssa returned to them. “Okay. Let’s go.”
She looked down at him, her smile creeping over her lips. “We’re going to be so confused.”
“Do you like her?” he asked quietly, looking down at her.
She shifted, settling him down in the bed, her head propped up on his chest. “Oh well. I’ll wake up to you shirtless.”
Ferris looked over at her, his hand on the small of her back. “You okay?” he murmured.
She pulled away after a moment, her hand on his jaw. “...we’re not going to remember any of this.”
She looked over at Ferris. “Let’s go to the dining hall, then. We can talk on the way.” She grabbed her bag, a crossbody messenger bag as she...
“Mm. Do you feel the difference now?”
She frowned, looking up at Ferris. Ferris nodded, looking concerned. “Right...” She pursed her lips before looking at Fleur. “Have you eaten?”
Alyssa smiles a little uncertainly and shook Fleur’s hand. “Hello... how do you know my brother?”
She leaned down, planting kisses along his jaw. “How about now?”
She was so excited, her whole face bright. “What are you doing here? Is everything...?” She paused, noticing Fleur. “Who...?” Ferris took...
“Don’t you feel it?” she asked, kissing his forehead.
They approached a practice room and there was a young woman, focusing on her playing. She had curly blonde hair and was wearing the school...
“My legs are wrapped around you,” she told him.
