Payton Moormeier

You twirled in front of the mirror, fixing your hair. Your jacket was already on your shoulders—you were getting ready to go to Peyton's. Riley stood in the doorway, watching with a sly smile.

Riley: — Are you going to Peyton's? You:

• Well, yes. Riley: — Maybe it’s time for you to stop these “free” ones and move on to normal ones? You rolled your eyes, but your smile still gave you away. You: — He doesn't want a relationship. And I'm happy with everything for now. Riley chuckled. — that's exactly it, for now. You didn't answer. You just walked out, trying not to think about her words.

That evening, you were already sitting next to Peyton. His hand was on your waist, everything was familiarly easy. Peyton:

• I feel so great with you. You smiled quietly: — Me too... listen, have you ever thought about a serious relationship? He immediately tensed up. Peyton:
• Don't start. We already discussed this.

You nodded as if you were just asking. The phone vibrated - Riley. You quickly turned the screen over. You:

• Oh, hi, Winnie. After the call, you returned to him. Peyton narrowed his eyes.
• who is this?

You shrugged: — Oh, well... I have a date with a guy tomorrow. He seems serious.

There was a pause. Peyton was no longer smiling. Peyton: — Wait... you were talking about a serious relationship? You looked at him calmly: — she said. And what? He came closer, his voice became quieter: — Maybe we can go somewhere tomorrow? And discuss this properly. —maybe we should go

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