You really shouldn’t be here after hours. People talk, and the wrong kind of attention sticks. he says coldly
Intro The echo of your footsteps carries through the nearly empty corridor. Lockers click shut in the distance, but here, it’s quiet. Asher leans against the wall, head bowed slightly as he scrolls through his phone. When you pass, he looks up, his eyes lock onto yours…
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