Looking up at the ceiling, Kandice tugs on the sheets tucked around her waist as her bare back reflects from the mirror mounted onto the dresser across the bed. She lets out a loud moan before rolling off of Morgan to lie next to him, pulling up the sheets to cover her breasts.

Morgan places his hand on his chest, his body chiseled to perfection, and looks over at her. "Damn, could you be any louder? You know my parents are home."

She glares at him. "Maybe you should get your own place then."

"Maybe I should just quit having you over."

"Tell me." She turns to her side and lightly runs her fingers across his abs, biting her bottom lip. She stares into his eyes. "Who really loses in that scenario?"

He smiles and reaches over to tightly grab her arms, dragging her back down as they kiss. He pulls up the sheets when—

Knocking comes from the door.

"Shit." He mumbles, pushing her off. He leans over the side of the bed and grabs his jeans from the floor. "I told you."

She rolls her eyes, leaning against the headboard carelessly. Still nude under the sheets.

Someone knocks again before the handle turns and the door slowly opens. "Morgan?"

Morgan jumps to his feet, hurriedly pulling his pants up to his waist and turns to the door to see Riley.

"Oh hey." Riley sees Morgan buttoning up his pants and then glances over at Kandice, who waves nonchalant. "Hello."

Smiling, she bites her nail flirtatiously. She has always had a thing for Riley, especially now that he is with Casey. In her eyes, there's nothing better than a good challenge. "Hey, Riley."

Riley quickly looks away from her, turning back to face Morgan.

"What's up?" Morgan asks.

"Can we talk?" Riley shoots a quick glimpse at Kandice. "Alone?"

Nodding, Morgan walks over to the door. "Sure, man."

Kandice grabs his shirt from the floor, letting part of the sheet drop from her chest as she leans over, and tosses it at Morgan's back.

He turns around and glances down at the balled-up shirt before picking it up. He slips it on over her head and notices the way she is staring at Riley, who pays her no attention as he faces the hallway.

"Will you put on some clothes?" Morgan scoffs before leading Riley out of the room and closing the door behind him.

They walk a few feet down the hallway before Morgan stops just short of the living room. He hears the TV playing and peeks his head out to see his father passed out on the couch in front of it. He turns to Riley, his voice lowered to a whisper. "What's up?"

"Have you heard from Cesar?" Riley asks, clearly worried.

"Not really. Why?"

"I've been texting and calling him for the past week." Riley sighs, glancing down the hallway. "He hasn't been showing up to class and well, especially after what happened to Julia, I'm getting kinda worried."

Morgan shakes his head. "I'm sure the guy is fine. Randy told me he has been working out with him the past couple of days at his apartments."

"I'm just worried about him. I mean, he cut off everyone from that night. He has no one to talk to about it."

Crossing his arms, Morgan's tone quickly grows defensive. "He shouldn't want to talk about it. We can't change what happened that night, Riley. It's over. There's no reason to keep bringing it up."

"Sorry." Riley says, realizing that he had accidentally upset Morgan.

Thinking about it, Morgan leans against the wall and stares at the floor. "But you're right. We should check up on him and make sure everything is okay."

Riley looks at him, rather surprised.

"Tomorrow?"

Nodding, Riley smirks. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks."

Morgan's bedroom door opens and Kandice sticks her head into the hallway, the sheet wrapped around her body like a sundress. She stares mostly at Riley. "You coming back to bed or what?"

Morgan and Riley exchange awkward looks.

In the newspaper staff room, Millie stares at one of the desktop monitors and slowly scrolls through one of the unpublished articles as she goes through the oh-so-lovely editing process. A light knock comes from the door. She looks up as the door cracks open and Taylor slowly walks inside.

"Hey." Taylor smiles.

Caught off guard, Millie's chair pushes out as she stands to her feet. "Hi."

Taylor glances around the room awkwardly. "Is Marc here?"

She shakes her head. "No, he went to go grab some more printer paper from the storage room. He should be back any minute."

"Okay. Thanks." Taylor hastily turns back to the door.

"You can wait if you like. He shouldn't be much longer."

She turns back to face Millie. "No, it's okay. I just wanted to tell him thanks for earlier. My car broke down on the way to school and he gave me a jump."

Picking up on the obvious vibe that Taylor wants to leave, Millie sits back in her seat. "Oh, okay. I'll tell him you stopped by."

"Thanks." Taylor turns back toward the door but halts the second she touches the handle. She spins back around. "Millie—"

"Yeah?"Millie looks back up from the monitor.

"How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"No, sorry." Taylor sighs, stepping toward the center of the room. "I mean how've you been? God, we haven't talked in what feels like forever. I can't help but think a lot of that is my fault."

Shaking her head, Millie stands back up. "No, it's not your fault. We just... Well, we just went our separate ways. It happens, I guess. But I've been good. Busy though, especially with everything going on lately."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

Noticing something is on her mind, Millie leans against the desk behind her. "What about you? How's everything been?"

Faking a smile, Taylor nods. "It's been good."

Millie cocks an eyebrow. Ever since they were young, she could always tell when Taylor was lying by her expression. "That's good."

"Yeah. Well, I guess I should get going." Taylor glances back at the door. "It was nice seeing you."

"You too." Millie smiles."I'll tell him you came by."

"Thanks." Taylor says as she walks back to the door and, before leaving, gives Millie one last wave.

Millie nods, waving back, and watches as the door closes. Sighing, her eyes gaze back down to the computer monitor on the desk across from her. It's an article discussing the aftermath of Julia's death with a picture taken from her funeral last week. In the photograph, she sees Taylor standing toward the back of the crowd alongside a distraught Casey.

She can also tell whenever Taylor is feeling guilty.

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