The Unexpected Alpha

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e couch's edge and gaze down at the lovely guy who is still asleep. In an effort to shield his eyes from the daylight, he has slung one arm over his face, and his shirt h

e to my feet, I see that the TV is showing the Netflix screen, which has been on all night, and it asks

nd set the pans on the stove to heat them up. In the meantime, I sent a text message to my mom to reassure her that I'm okay; she texted me tw

nd to find Joey smiling and leaning against the kitchen wall. I recoil in shock, w

." He then walks over to the Keurig to brew coffee for the two of us. While waiting for

mpany my dad home for a few hours to assist him with something, but th

ffee, I nod in agreement. "Is it excessive to

pplies first thing tomorrow. Are you alright with spending a f

e him, I wil

I am unfamiliar. He also offers me a purple, ultra-soft long-sleeved top and some slim jeans that are so long I

te well." The jeans were kind of baggy and lengthy,

or me, but they're very comfy," and he giggles as we

s we exit the apartment and make our way to his car. He unlocks my door and g

re little matter. However, I was a little frightened by those photographs due to the presence of the man in the robe at both their w

anything n

robe at your parents' wedding," I say to him, and I can see his eyes widen in fear befo

ers. They are quite fond of him, so they've requested him to

your mom wore the yellow dress? I'm simply wondering," and he gets that te

way to "express their promise to each other" before the big day. However, I could t

want to tell me. His shoulders loosen up when I change the subject, which makes me want to pry even m

are either having lunch or are at my grandmother's. When we entered my residence, we found Emilie glued to her

's?" She reaches for the remote contro

morrow." As I look around, I see that Mom finally framed some

t her place once more?" Emilie inqu

r, she would likely inform Mom, and then I would be in

her phone. Joey and I go across the living area until

ole time. As I shoot a scowl at Joey, he retreats, palms out in surrend

vering the black scar on my skin. She answers, "Sure

and I get an additional bag to store my garments. I suppose we had to go to scho

ng happy memories. I saw that he scooped up a Polaroid photo of me from last year's prom that had apparently fallen to the floor; my friend Jes

s to it. I watched as he grinned at it, then reapplied his case and glanced up at the other