Novelas de perrygold778

I NEED HIM.CYRUS'S POV.I didn't mean to kiss him. i didn’t mean to find him like that, his voice behind that door, that laughter echoing from someone else’s house, like he’d already moved on, like i was just a fucking fever he’d sweated out two months ago the second i saw him—God. i fucking broke. he looked exactly the same and nothing like i remembered. hair longer, cheeks sharper, older somehow, jaw clenched like he’d been clenching it through the whole year just to keep from falling apart. I knew because I did the same.and his eyes.the second they met mine it was over.I slammed the door open and I kissed him like a man gone mad. like a plane crashing into a mountain, like a knife through a goddamn heart, i grabbed him by the face and i took his lips like they’d ever been mine to take.he didn’t pull away. his breath caught like a choke, his mouth opened against mine, and for one fucking second, the world stopped turning. My bones stopped aching.I had him .Then I pulled away

UNEXPECTED REUNIONCYRU'S POV I kissed him at the fucking door like I was starving. Like he was my first breath after drowning. His mouth opened easy for me, tongue slick and sweet like he’d been waiting for it all day—like his whole body had. Byron made a low noise in the back of his throat, like something torn out of him, and then he fucking came . Right there. Pressed up against me, barely touched—just my kiss and his need. I felt the warmth soak through his sweats and into my jeans and I damn near lost it. My hand stayed on the back of his neck, my breath dragging between us, heavy with the weight of everything that had just shifted between us."Tomorrow," I said, forehead pressed to his, voice rough. "After class. I'll come by. We’ll go on a date, an actual one. I’ll plan it. All of it. Something stupid and normal so you can sit across from me and let me watch you fucking glow."His eyes flickered wide, boyish and stunned. That bright flush crept up his throat, painting his che

A PROPER DATE.CYRU'S POV.I didn’t even feel my legs carrying me. Just one minute I was on the running, adrenaline still clinging to my skin, that fucking voice still crawling down my spine, and the next I was half-running down the room heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out.I needed to wash this off. All of it. His voice, my own shame, the sticky patch in my boxers I could feel cooling against my thigh. The second I hit the stall, I kicked the door shut behind me and yanked my hoodie over my head. My fingers were still trembling. I fumbled with the zipper of my jeans, swearing under my breath as it snagged once—twice—then finally gave way. My hands dove inside and Fuck. I winced. The dried mess clung to my skin, uncomfortable and humiliating, a smear of what the hell just happened all over me. I pulled everything down—boxers and jeans in one shove—and stepped out of them like they were a crime scene.There it was. The proof. My cock half-soft, glistening at the tip, st

SECRETS OF THE NIGHT.CYRUS POVI slammed the door hard enough that the whole frame shook and something clattered off the wall behind me. My breath was stuck somewhere between a ragged sob and a fucking scream, jaw clenched tight enough I thought my molars would crack. My fist was still balled up from shoving Byron off me, from watching that damn smirk on his face when he told me I was hard like it was some punchline. Like he hadn’t planned the whole damn thing from the start.The house was dark, too quiet. Not even the usual flicker of the TV or Timone’s laptop lighting up the living room with some dumbass horror movie. Just thick, pressing blackness and silence that felt way too heavy to be empty.I hit the light switch and it lit the room like an interrogation. I froze. Timone was there. Sitting in the chair. Elbows on his knees. Hands clasped tight. His eyes lifted to meet mine like he hadn’t moved for hours. Just wait. We locked eyes and something in me flinched.“What’s wrong?”

A LOOKALIKE LOVERCYRU’S POV I should’ve gone home. Should’ve gone straight to the kitchen, stuffed my face with leftovers, taken a long shower, and ignored every fucking impulse crawling under my skin like it was trying to eat its way out. But instead, here I was—sweaty from the jog, chest still rising and falling heavy—and standing across the street from Byron Riley’s apartment like some psycho with no life.I didn’t even remember how I ended up here. My feet had dragged me across half the neighborhood like they had a mind of their own. One minute I was thinking about drills, about Timone’s face when the Employee showed up—about his face—and the next, I was meters away from the stupid perfectly manicured driveway of a stupid luxury apartment complex where that stupid, cocky bastard lived.Last time I did this shit, it was with Dominic. And now I was stalking Byron fucking Riley. Jesus Christ.Right on cue, a black car slid into the driveway, smooth as hell like it belonged in a co

A HOT SEXY EMPLOYEE.CYRUS’POVSleep hits differently when you cum hard enough to forget your own name. Still, I didn’t look at my sheets when I got up. Just peeled out of them like they were crime scene evidence and tossed them in the corner. My body was sore in places I didn’t want to admit. I didn’t think too hard about what that meant.The drive to the office was quiet, at first. Timone scrolled on his phone, legs kicked up on the dashboard like he owned the car. He always acted like that—like he had nowhere to be and everywhere to go. I was the one gripping the steering wheel like it might float away.“You know,” I said eventually, eyes still on the road. “I told you last night… there’s no harm in trying.” He looked up. Smirked. Trying what, exactly? I glanced at him. Byron. His eyebrows jumped.“You mean, like—”“Yeah.”“You’re gonna hook up with him?” I shrugged not knowing if lying was worth it, meaning I already got drunk and came out to him, Timon was my best friend and we w