Lexa walked down the hallway, her heels clicking with a sharp, rhythmic sound that echoed in the quiet corridor.
The morning had begun like any other, but the moment she opened her locker and spotted the letter inside, a devious smile curved her lips.
It was a letter.
She frowned briefly, her curiosity piqued, before she pulled it out.
It didn’t take long for her to see the handwriting—Liam's handwriting.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but then her lips parted in a slow, pleased grin.
This was a message from him, and it wasn’t just any message.
The words were undeniably romantic, dripping with affection and intensity.
“Lexa, meet me in the gym right now. Alone. I can’t wait to see you.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
Lexa smirked as she reread it, the thrill of having such a mess
