⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ oh—she may have missed her first class.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ She suspects Swan did too. “Did you fall asleep on the floor?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ She huffed. “It's a requirement according to this roster. What about womens studies?” she whispered

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Party animal? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Everett snorted, running fingers through her hair, a grin on her lips. “You could have slept on the bed. I don't bite,” she smirked.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The vampire leaned back in her seat, a snort following. “Probably not weaving.” Copper colored hues looked at the woman beside her and at the open hand, taking it in hers after a moment. “I'll probably need all the help,” she warned.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Same difference. She's a different kind of party animal. Everett approves. She stretched her arms and moved to sit up. Those rosy cheeks were adorable. “I'm not a blanket hog, Swan. I promise I don't mind a little spooning,” Everett winked.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Golden eyes rolled, an amused smile on her lips. “You can see at night right?” Everett turned the laptop so wolf could see. The warm hand was surprisingly soft in the vampire's. “I have good taste, Black,” she nudged Jacquelyn playfully.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Everett pushed the blankets aside and sat on the edge of the bed. The vampire let out a laugh, moving quickly for Bella's arm to keep her balance “Easy there, Swan. Are you sure you didn't drink?” Everett teased and took a step back, hand releasing her arm.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Leaves a rose at @Atridesmortem desk before heading to class.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I'm not an air head, Jac. I can write you a decertaion too on a good day,” that vampire said matter-of-factly. “I may look the part, but I'm an academic deep down.”

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She'd left a note beside it reading, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 'A pretty rose, for my Rose. Forever yours, Everett ♡'

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Centuries could pass and Everett would continue to fall more and more in love with her angel every day that passes. She couldn't wait for class to be over so she could see that pretty face once more.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Taking bets now.

⠀      ⠀      “Don't look a day over twenty one,” Everett mused. “What are you some kind of cop?”

⠀      ⠀      Everett chuckled. “How old do I look?” golden eyes filled with amusement. “A detective? Interesting,” the tip of her finger over her empty glass. “Whiskey. What's your poison?”

⠀      She chuckled and took the refilled glass, a thank you following. “What can I say? I'm an old soul,” she shrugs and takes a sip of her drink. “The accent,” Everett said. “I would have bet you were a cowgirl.”