Soft fingers trailing over the headband and earpiece of her
headphones, skipping down to comb through her hair and trace along her ear
before ending on the exposed skin of her shoulder to draw lazy shapes, was
almost lulling Beca to sleep. Relaxed on Chaubrey’s couch, propped up against
Chloe and providing a distraction for the redhead’s restlessness while she read,
Beca had been distractedly humming along to her latest mix, tackling her own homework.
“Hey,” Beca groaned, blinking her eyes open. “You stopped.”
Chloe poked her. “You stopped humming first. No humming, no