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SAMUEL COULDN'T SLEEP that night.

His phone wouldn't stop fucking vibrating the entire night and even if he did turn it off, he would still be awakened by his two roommates who would complain about a random number calling them instead.

The random number was his older brother's number.

Samuel only finally decided to call his brother personally when even Yule, who never complains in a serious manner, finally had enough of this random number calling his phone and waking him up from his dream that may or may not has had included Genevieve kissing him in the lips.

"Why the fuck are you calling me and my roommates at four in the fucking morning?"

"Good morning to you too," Sawyer replies, ignoring how angry his younger brother obviously was. "I want to talk about yesterday--"

"And you couldn't at least wait until the sun decided to rise?"

"No,"