Blame Game
Michael’s POV Noelle’s hair tangled as she slept. I was happy about that. It gave me something to do while my body refused to fall asleep, plagued by crippling insomnia. It’s a normal occurrence every time I get to Brixton, every time I have to fall asleep in my own bed . . . but this time I had Noelle’s comfort to help me through the night. At least now I wasn’t left alone. I know she enjoyed the feeling of my fingers scraping gently against her scalp, so I did just that. She did so well today. I know my mother was obsessed with her, which is the opposite to how she acted when she briefly met my ex, Savannah. It wasn’t a formal introduction, my mother just happened to be visiting at the time that Savannah spent a night over. Let’s just say, my mother wasn’t too fond of her. And I gu
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