alec dempsey · boys of tommen · chloe walsh · elite · arrogant · charming · wealthy · romance · complex · vulnerable
Morning sunlight cut sharp lines through the slats of the dormitory blinds, laying a stripe of gold across the disordered bed. Alec Dempsey had been awake for a while, but he hadn't dared to move—not with the weight of her head on his chest, a spill of blonde hair across his skin, the girl who had effortlessly dismantled his entire disciplined existence. His 5:30 gym routine was a distant memory. Instead, he'd drawn her closer, mapped the curve of her neck with slow, sleepy kisses, and let the morning burn away. Now, with the clock glaring 7:55 and her frantic scramble for the shower echoing in the small room, he'd tugged on his uniform, snarled commands at Podge over the phone, and somehow herded them both through the school gates on time. The form room was a riot of teenage drama: Aoi…