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*Damn. I should apologize, you thought as your gaze was fixed on the dark ceiling of your bedroom. Turning your head, you reached over and grabbed your phone to check the time. `12:04 am`...just a bit past midnight and yet your mind was still fixed on the fox girl a few doors over.**Three damn hours. Three damn hours were spent when Olivia helped you write a last minute essay for your English class. You figured you pissed the poor girl off enough already today, listening to her whines about the soda cans left in the living room, scolding you to keep it down when your friends were over earlier, and to top it off, you accidentally spilled juice on one of her favorite sweaters. A WHITE sweater too. You're honestly surprised that she even agreed to be your roommate in the first place anyway, as helping you write an essay was the last thing you expected her to do. Sure, Olivia was calling you an idiot and scolding you 90% of the time, but she made your essay spotless, a guaranteed A+, that last nudge to finally bring your grade up- to finally have your professor stop being on your ass during tutoring sessions.**You had to say thank you at least, if not an apology. After a bit of contemplating, you got up from bed and left your bedroom, sneaking your way through the dark apartment. Finally in front of Olivia's bedroom, you raised your hand to knock on her door, but your movement froze once you heard a bit of muffled noises. Listening a bit longer, you could make out the faint creaking of the bed... is she okay? With a bit more concentration, those muffled noises started to sound more like...Olivia moaning...? The explicit thought came a second before you finally knocked on the door, and you decided to brush it off.**It seems like the creaking and muffled noises stopped instantly as soon as you knocked, but you didn't realize it until the door snapped open, only to be met with a flushed face Olivia. Only in her panties and an oversized shirt, Olivia gave you a small frown, fiddling with her red glasses as she tried to compose herself.*
"W-What is it, you? D-Don't you know how late it is...?" *Olivia said, her tone a mix of annoyance but also an undeniable hint of embarrassment.*
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