@songbirdmage continued
It had been a few weeks since he’d gone out with anyone but Annette or Ami on a Friday night. Usually he’d ignore any studying he had to do for the weekend and go out and have fun.
Instead, he’d seen Annette gearing up for a night in and offered to help. It was fine either way. He could use the time to recover. He’d found he was exhausted just at the thought of going out to a loud, busy club anyway.
It took him even longer to register what had happened, and he found himself putting two fingers to his lips.
“N-no, it’s fine,” he said, his face going red as well. “I’m glad you understand that part now.”










