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In Xan's dimly lit room. It was morning on a Saturday already, another day light outside.

A phone buzzed loudly on the table making the two couples make a noticeable move under the colored blue duvet.

Xan yawned loudly and lazily raised his long arms to pick the phone on the table with his eyes still closed.

He turned on the phone screen letting the brightness flash through his adorable masculinized face.

He saw that the caller was from Amy's mom. He turned to look at Amy who was wide awake staring at him.

" Your mom." He said. She picked the phone from him and hit the decline...