Arlen entered the classroom with a yawn. He had no sleep last night; he spent hours staring at the ceiling, smiling sheepishly while reliving Luca's confession in his head a million times. At some point, the omega doubted it even happened, and when he believed it, he screamed into a pillow.
"Jules, are you alright?" David was sitting next to him, catching those dreamy looks. "Conri, I had the most wonderful dream last night." Arlen's grin was laughable.
"Huh? I see. Is that why you look like a ghost? Your eyes are red."
"What!" Arlen flinched. He felt up his face, thinking he had switched into dark mode. Before David could tell him it was simply pinkish due to lack of rest, the lecturer walked in.
Arlen's heart skipped three beats when Luca set his books on the teacher's desk and addressed the class. ' Why didn't Madam Roxanne show up today?' Arlen gradually sank into his seat, trying so hard to hide the blush on his face.
