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"I enjoyed myself today," Leo said, stepping into the room behind Antonio as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair."Yeah," Antonio agreed, already working at his cufflinks. "It was a nice wedding. I particularly liked that it was intimate.""Right?" Leo smiled, loosening his tie as he crossed to the dresser. "You never did like crowds."Antonio only offered a tight-lipped smile and began to undo his shirt buttons, his fingers slower than usual, his gaze fixed somewhere past his own reflection. He didn't say another word, letting a tense silence settle over the room like a held breath.Leo watched him in the mirror for a moment, unease tightening in his chest, before he crossed the last few feet between them. He stepped into Antonio from behind, his hands resting on Antonio's elbows and trailing up to his wrists, stopping him mid-motion."What's wrong?" Leo asked, their gazes locked in the mirror."Nothing." Antonio's voice was clipped, his jaw set."What's

Five months later Julian had attended his own fair share of weddings, but till date, Lena was the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen.His beautiful bride.He stood by the door, a shoulder against the frame, Junior perched on his hip as he stared at Lena in awe. Late afternoon light spilled through the tall windows of the bridal suite, catching the fine beading on her gown and scattering it in small, restless sparks across the walls. Julian’s whole world had narrowed to the woman in front of the mirror.The wedding gown hugged Lena's frame, accentuating her curves, the fabric falling in soft folds to the floor. She looked ethereal, out of this world—her hair swept up and away from her face, a few loose strands curling against her neck, her collarbone dusted with the faintest shimmer of highlighter. Lena lifted her gaze to the mirror and caught Julian's eyes through their reflection.A gasp escaped her. She spun around so fast the skirt of her dress whispered against the floor. "Wh

One month later.“You seem happy.” Antonio’s words were slurred, his tongue still heavy.“Should I be angry?” Leo asked, stopping the humming as he looked up at Antonio.Antonio raised a shoulder. “Aren’t you… angry with me? Don’t you want to say something to me?”Leo dropped the apple he was pairing into the plate and huffed out a breath. “I have so much to say to you, Antonio. But I’ll say them when your speech steadies so that you can respond properly.”Antonio swallowed hard. It had been over a month since Antonio opened his eyes. His physical recovery was a grueling, painful crawl, but he was getting there.Little by little.Slowly.With the help of Leo—who practically taught him how to walk again, how to speak again.His speech was still slightly gravelly, his voice hoarse from the trauma of the ventilator.But it was okay. Leo was satisfied, as long as he could hear Antonio’s voice. As long as Antonio could recognize him.The door clicked open.Leo’s shoulders instantly went r

The flight to New York had felt long.It was like a bridge between the violence of Italy and the life Julian was desperately clawing his way back to. By the time his car pulled through the gates of Lena’s estate, the early morning sun was already rising.Julian stepped out of the car, his joints popping from the hours of travel. He opened the back door and picked up the two bundles.One was a small, vibrant bouquet of yellow daisies. Junior’s favorite color, as he had learned from Lena.The second was a big, elegant arrangement of white roses and eucalyptus. That one was for Lena.The moment he stepped inside, he found Lena sitting on the rug in the living room, her back resting against the base of the couch. Junior was propped up in her lap, surrounded by a fortress of soft pillows, his small hands clumsily trying to stack a set of plastic building blocks.He looked infinitely better than he had the last time Julian was home. The color had returned to his cheeks, and the hollow exh

“Julian, step outside with me for a second,” Leo spoke up, his voice barely louder than a whisper.“Sure. Give me a minute,” Julian said, not raising his head as he typed something on his phone.The sun was already beginning to set.Antonio had remained the same since he woke, motionless and unblinking. Until he fell asleep again.Leo stepped outside the room and stood by the glass window, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants. He watched the chest of his boyfriend rise and fall under the blanket, then eyes flicked to Julian.He tipped his head to the side as if to tell Julian that he didn’t have the patience to keep waiting. Julian flipped the phone in his palm, tucked it into his pocket, and stood up with a weary sigh. He stepped outside into the hallway, the door clicking shut to preserve the silence of Antonio’s room.Leo leaned his lower back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes, dark and bloodshot from ten days of sleepless nights, locked

The days blurred into one another until time itself lost all meaning.The first day passed in a suffocating silence. Leo simply sat in the plastic bedside chair, motionless, his mind unable to come to terms with the terrifying reality that he could lose the love of his life at any second. For the first time in his existence, he found himself praying to a God he had never believed in, bargaining with every ounce of his heart.The second day came and went with no change. The doctors mentioned that Antonio was strong; if he could make it past those initial forty-eight hours without his fever spiking or an unexpected emergency tearing his vitals apart, then it meant his body truly wanted to live.Another day drifted by.And another.And another.Until today. It was the tenth day.Leo had long since grown accustomed to the static hum of the machines, sitting by Antonio’s side for hours on end, holding his cold hand until his own fingers felt numb and disconnected from his body.Today cou

Kayden and I had barely made eye contact since Montreal. It had been a full day and a half since we returned, and somehow, the silence between us had become louder than any argument we had ever had. The energy between us wasn’t necessarily negative. It was suffocating. There was something hanging between us. Every time I caught him looking at me, his gaze lingered for half a second before he looked away. Every time I wanted to say something, the words seemed to dissolve between my mind and my mouth. It also seemed there was so much Kayden wanted to say but was unable to reach his words. As for me, I couldn’t speak because I was simply confused with myself. Do you think life is worth living now? That question… I had no idea why I had asked it. Or maybe I did. Maybe I simply wasn’t ready to admit the reason to myself. Because what I knew for sure was that my heart was beating for that man. That was a fact I could no longer deny. And I thought it would be stupid for me to a

Pain jolted me awake.It started behind my eyes with a deep, throbbing ache that seemed to crawl slowly toward my eyebrows before shooting straight through my skull.I groaned and pressed both hands against my head.I didn’t move for a few seconds.Perhaps I couldn’t move.I simply lay there with my eyes squeezed shut, trying to convince my brain that whatever the hell was happening inside my head would stop if I stayed still.It didn’t.“Fuck,” I breathed. My voice sounded rough and unfamiliar to me.I finally forced my eyes open.The room was still dim, but sunlight was already filtering through the curtains in thin golden strips, which meant I’d slept far longer than I intended to.I stared at the ceiling. My mind was a complete haze. I couldn’t remember getting back to the penthouse. Actually, I couldn’t remember much of anything after leaving the club.My stomach turned at the thought.I pushed myself upright, immediately regretting it when the room just spun around.“Fuck,” I gr

The bathroom door slammed for the umpteenth time.Kayden stumbled inside, his heavy footsteps scuffing against the tile. A moment later, a strained groan echoed off the walls, making my stomach twist. I bolted in behind him, gripping a bottle of water in one hand. He was already on his knees, hanging over the bowl. I dropped beside him, and began rubbing his back in rhythmic circles.“It’s okay,” I cooed, trying to keep my voice steady despite the spike of adrenaline in my chest. “Let it all out. Just breathe.”But it wasn't okay. A knot of worry was tightening in my throat. We had been back for less than thirty minutes, and Kayden had already emptied his stomach more times than I could count. I was starting to suspect this wasn't just because of a heavy night of drinking.“Oh, fuck…” Kayden slumped back onto his heels, chest heaving as he gasped for air. His fingers clutched the rim of the toilet, squeezing so hard his knuckles turned pale.“Here.” I unscrewed the cap and thrust

Since I had been working with Kayden for six months, I had never once seen him deliriously drunk.Not once.I had seen him tipsy. I had seen him hungover. I had seen him drink enough to become louder than usual at parties and cockier than usual around women.But I had never seen him like this.And honestly? It wasn’t a terrible sight.The man was a dramatic drunk. He talked a lot. He moved a lot. And, dare I say, he was the cutest when he was drunk.Well… That was until everything began falling apart.“Oh, God.” I tightened my grip around his waist as he stumbled beside me, nearly taking us both into the wall of the elevator. “Kayden.”“I’m fine,” he slurred. “Yeah? Well, that’s all thanks to me,” I replied, holding him tightly.“I was trying to avoid the wall,” he said. I stared at him. He stared back at me with the most serious expression I’d ever seen on his face. “I was.”“Of course you were.”The elevator doors slid shut behind us, trapping us inside the small, mirrored space.K

Kayden came to a fucking club.So naturally, as both his handler and his supposed girlfriend, I had to come after him.It was literally my job to babysit him, and he was making sure I put in the work.By the time I stepped into the club, I was furious. God, I was so fucking furious that putting it into words would just be a disservice to myself.The music was loud enough to vibrate through my chest, the bass pulsing beneath my feet as bodies moved around me in a blur of expensive clothes, flashing lights, and alcohol. Colored lights swept across the room, illuminating faces for half a second before plunging them back into darkness.I hated everything about this place.But mostly, I hated that I had come looking for one particular idiot, who I spotted almost immediately.Kayden was impossible to miss.He was sprawled across a booth near the back of the club, a bottle in one hand and a woman pressed so close to his side that there was barely enough space between them for air.Another wo

“I wasn’t cleared.”Silence.Coach stared at me as if he couldn’t decide whether to yell or simply walk away. “You weren’t cleared to play?”“I never said I was.”“Then why the hell were you on that ice?”I looked down at my hands.Because I didn’t know.Because sitting still with my thoughts had become unbearable.Because lying in that penthouse with Gabrielle beside me would’ve been worse.Because every time I closed my eyes, I heard her voice.I’m ashamed to be associated with you.Maybe I’d wanted the pain.Maybe I needed something loud enough to drown out everything else.But I wasn’t about to say any of that.So I looked back at my coach and answered, “Because there was a game and I wanted to play it.”The man had a look of disbelief on his face before, but it deepened even further. “That’s your excuse?”“It’s not an excuse. I’m explaining why I played.” “You think this is funny, Alvarez? You think you’re untouchable because you’re good?” He pointed at me. “You walk onto that r