LEILA
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He walked into the room, his gaze sweeping over the scene, the rumpled bed, the scattered pillows, the slightly chaotic remnants of our earlier playful moment before settling, just for a second, on my hair, still wrapped in rollers and steaming, then he pretended like all of that, the mess, the general air of well, us, didn’t really matter, his expression carefully neutral.
"I guess Damien isn't back yet," I said, breaking the slight tension, "or maybe he just doesn't want to come out." It felt weird, with Gerald being in my room while Damien was potentially just down the hall, or somewhere which I didn’t care to know.
Misa was still inside the bathroom, the sound of running water and scrubbing a clear indicator she was washing the color out of her hair.
I could hear
