       hair fell in tangles around her face as she rolled on her side & sat up on the bed. pulling her pair of black underwear back on , as well as the shirt that had been sprawled on the floor moments prior , her lower body barely covered by the shirt but not a care in the world as she stood up , allowing the covers to fall off her legs. slim fingers moved through her hair , pulling it up to the top of her head , working effortlessly to get it into the messy bun she usually relied on after their encounters.
       turning on her heel , andrea looked at the male that was still laying on her bed comfortably. the pristine white boy , the one that could do no wrong in anyones eyes. a part of her almost felt hatred for herself for allowing herself to fall into the covers with such a man , a man that was probably the poster example of who her father had been prior to leaving her mother. the anger that had resided within her after her argument with jackson had managed to vanish into the air , one benefit of having a male who listened to her needs. ââ gonna get up or continue to take up space ? ââ she asked , eyebrow raising as she stood next to the bed , looking down at the lancaster male. ââ you got five minutes before you overstay your visit. ââ / @rlancasterâ
He had been waking up and falling asleep for a while now, but the heaviness of his eyelids eventually won shortly before she woke up. It wasnât much of a secret that he was sneaking out to the South ( nor was heavily punished since both of his parents seemed to do it every now and then as well ), but Romeo was advised to be more discreet, because people would start talking and the Lancaster reputation was STAINLESS.  Still, the heir couldnât help but respond to the sirenâs call every single time, no matter the hour, no matter the place, he always ended up tangled in the sheets with her; you could even say she had grown some uncommon sympathy inside the lionhearted son.
Romeo sat up on the bed, running his fingers through golden hair to give ti some shape as she bitterly asked him to get out of her place at what he simply smiles, never bored with the fangs displayed by his occasional lover.    âHARSHâ, he simply says as he stretches his arms upwards and starts gathering his clothes. âI was going to make breakfast, you know? But you woke up before meâ, the prince shrugged before grimacing at the feeling of a pinch on his shoulder. He looked over as much as he could and ----OH     âWe were quite eager last night, werenât we? Any particular reason?â, the doctor asked as he softly touched the scratches; he would have to keep from sunbathing the rest of the week at least to avoid the front page of âPeopleâ magazine.
