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Hi, reader! You've gotten to the end of the book. I'm really grateful to everyone who read this far, thank you so much. You guys are the bestI'm quite sad and a tad bit emotional. Writing the stories of, Luke and Dre really took a toll on me.To the readers who cheered for them, cried with them, got angry at their mistakes, and rooted for their happy ending — this story exists because of you. Whether you read every chapter as it came out, binged it in one sitting, or left comments that kept me motivated on tough writing days, your support meant everything. You saw Luke’s sacrifices, Dre’s strength, and the complicated mess of young love mixed with real trauma. Luke taught me (and hopefully you too) that we shouldn’t keep our feelings bottled up forever. If you’re secretly in love with your best friend, tell them. Even if it’s scary, even if it might hurt or risk the friendship—do it. Because at the end of the day, love is worth every single sacrifice. The what-ifs and “maybe one day

EPILOGUE LUKE’S P.O.V (ONE MONTH AFTER SATs AND GRADUATION) “Happy birthday, beautiful!” Dre lies on top of me, her hands planted on either side of my head; her perfect face blocks the rising sun. The light shines through her curls, warming up her skin nicely. She watches me wide-eyed, her lips stretching into a smile. I blink, eyes slowly adjusting to the light, but I explode with joy when I take in the surroundings—I’m glad we’re still here. I brought Dre back to her favourite place in the world, as she’s said countless times since our last visit. The same open grass under the same wide sky. A place I want to make new perfect memories with just her—memories we’re currently making. We camped here last night, just the two of us, taking picture after picture on my vintage camera — laughing, kissing, wrapped in blankets, making love under the stars. “Happy birthday, Luke,” Dre chimes again, her smile growing wider as she notices I am more awake. I smile warmly, pull

DRE’S POVA soft glow cast over Luke’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful, his lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling steadily under my cheek. My mind keeps replaying what he confessed in the tub several nights ago. His wild secret fantasy.*Holding him down. Being mean. Taking what I want.*A thrill runs through me. I’ve never done anything like that before, but the idea of reducing Luke to nothing but desperate moans underneath me? It’s making me wet already.I shift carefully, straddling his waist. He stirs, eyes fluttering open, hazy with sleep. “Dre…?”“Shh.” I press a finger to his lips, then lean down, my hair falling around us like a curtain. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”His eyes widen, pupils blowing dark with instant arousal. I feel him twitch beneath me through the thin fabric of his boxers. Good.I grab his wrists and pin them above his head, using my weight to hold him there. He’s stronger than me, but he doesn’t fight it. He ‘lets’ me, a mischievous grin t

DRE’S P.O.VThe celebration party for the Westfield Eagles is absolute chaos, and I love every second of it. Music thumps through the house, bodies grind on the makeshift dance floor, and red solo cups are everywhere. Luke is the hero of the night. He’s been carried on the shoulders of his teammates, toasted endlessly. His championship-winning shot replays on someone’s phone every ten minutes and the same excited reaction erupts like it's the first time witnessing it. “Here’s to Ford,” someone bellows, throwing another cup above his head. “Fuck, I don’t think I can drink anymore,” Luke whispers, smiling against the rim of his cup. “I’m sure you can drink just a little," I nudge him. "You earned it,” I giggle.He rolls his eyes, playful but puts the cup away regardless. “I’m driving.”Ian comes around and to my surprise he's with, Silver. He pulls Luke in for a hug. “You deserve this,” he mutters, holding Luke firmly on his shoulders. Silver smiles softly, pulling me for a hug to

LUKE’S P.O.VWestfield Eagles 52 – Reddians High 58. We’re playing against the undefeated teams in the whole region, and we’re losing.It’s the final quarter, six minutes left in the game that will decide the regional champions. The most anticipated game in the entire season. As Coach would say, it's “the game that means everything.”The court is electric, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floorboards and into my bones. Reddians' supporters fill the away team's bleachers, and Westfield, the home team, is equally packed. College scouts line the sidelines, clipboards in hand, eyes sharp. I wipe sweat from my brow, jersey clinging to my back, feeling heavier than usual. Vincent, captain and my assist for one last time, claps me on the shoulder as we huddle up.“You good, man?” He asked, voice low but steady. “We’ve got this. Just like we practised.”I nod, jaw tight. “I won’t fail you again. I promised.”The drama about the sender had spread like wildfire the moment I return

LUKE’S P.O.VThe truth is out. The nightmare is finally ending. I lay on my back in Dre’s bed, the room dark except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Dre’s curled on top of me, her head resting on my chest, legs tangled with mine. My arms wrap securely around her waist, hands splay on her back. Her curls spill across my shoulder and neck, and every time I breathe in, I catch that intoxicating sweet vanilla scent that is so uniquely her. It grounds me. For the first time in months, the ugly burden is gone, and I can finally breathe again. It’s crazy how something that’s been haunting me for months could be unravelled in barely a couple of hours. I have Dre and her intuition to thank for it.No more texts from an unknown number. No more paranoia every time I left her house. No more lying awake wondering if today would be the day her life got destroyed because of me. And now, here we are.I stroke my thumb gently along her spine, careful not to wake her. But she does anyway.“Ar

JEREMY’S P.O.V.This was a mistake.The words spilled out of my mouth before my brain could even process them.“No. Jeremy, no, it wasn’t. You felt that, didn’t you?”“No.” I shook my head, already backing away from him. “I’m sorry. This… I have to go.”Then, I bolted.I burst out of the locker room, not even bothering to get my bag. My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs that it hurt, coupled painfully with the rush of cold air hitting my face as I pushed through the doors and onto the ice. I ran away as fast as my trembling legs could carry me.Behind me, the locker-room door swung open. But by then, I was already gone.I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I just kept moving, driven by a blind, rising panic. Out of the arena. Away from the rink. Away from Niko. Away from whatever the fuck had just happened.Before I even realised what I was doing, my hand flew up to my mouth. I froze, my boots skidding slightly on the surface.My fingertips brushed against my lips.I yanked my ha

NIKO’S P.O.VI leaned back in the driver’s seat, the phone resting heavily in my lap. I wanted to type more, my thumbs twitching over the screen, but the paralysing fear of making things worse stopped me cold. I didn’t want to push him. I didn’t want to trigger whatever panic had made him look at me like that, then bolt in the first place. But pretending I was perfectly fine? That was a goddamn lie.I picked up the phone, cleared the blinking cursor, and deleted the long, pathetic paragraphs I'd written, even after asking if we could talk. I deleted it all, then forced my fingers to type something simple.NIKO: Jer, are you okay?Before my brain could talk me out of it, I hit send. The text vanished into the cellular ether, immediately marked as delivered. My stomach dropped so fast it made me dizzy.“Great,” I muttered to the empty car.A desperate shred of hope flared up in my chest that maybe, just maybe, his name would change to typing... But who the fuck was I kidding? I knew Jer

NIKO’S P.O.VI’d done something wrong, and I knew it.After spending several wasteful hours with the guys in the bar, then a few hours in the gym, running on the treadmill—which, by the way, was a dumb thing to do after drinking stupidly—I had finally made it home.I needed to be alone. I couldn’t stand the noise around me, which was nothing compared to the noise in my fucking head.I stumbled in, tossing my bag on the floor, then immediately went feral on my clothes, ripping them off until I had stripped down to nothing but my underwear.I needed a hot shower, even though I had taken one barely hours ago.I shut my eyes, sighing hard while the scorching drops of water poured over my skin.I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, letting the scorching water punish my skin, trying to drown out the noise. But the noise wasn’t in the bathroom. It was trapped under my skull, a relentless, looping playback of the exact moment my entire world shifted.Jeremy.Just thinking his name made

NIKO’S P.O.VThe word was a wet whisper. I pulled back just enough to watch his face—hungry, eyes locked on his mouth as it slowly, obediently parted. The tip of his tongue sat right there, pink and waiting.I slid two fingers into that hot, wet heat.Jeremy’s lips closed around them immediately. Fuck, it felt like heaven, like fucking heaven, so fucking good I wanted to bury something else inside me too. Then he began to suck, soft at first, then greedy. He sucked, tongue curling, spit already slicking my knuckles. I pushed deeper, watching his cheeks hollow, watching those hazel eyes stay locked on mine while he worked my fingers like he was starving for it. His eyes were clear and bright as day; he was here.Present.Nowhere near as drunk as he’d been last night.He sucked my fingers until they were slick with his spit. I kept watching, watching him get greedier with them, sucking harder.A grin slipped onto my face, my eyes darkening as I pushed a third finger to join the first tw

NIKO’S P.O.VMy eyes narrowed into slits, and I was as frozen as a statue.“Last night?” I managed to choke out, secretly praying the alcohol had wiped his memory clean and he had forgotten all about it. The fact that he was asking, though, was already a giveaway that he was in the dark.The truth was, nothing had happened. Yet, at the exact same time, absolutely everything had. Technically, we hadn’t crossed any lines, but here I was, panicking so hard I was sure my face had given me away. If it was really nothing, why was my chest aching like this? And why did he feel the need to bring it up?“I don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.“At River’s house,” he repeated, taking a step closer, his gaze burning into mine. “Did something happen last night... between you and me? I can’t remember anything. I was drunk... but I don’t think I saw you drinking. You weren’t drunk right Niko?”Oh shit. Fuck.Shit.Fuck!There was no point in lying. No point in hiding from hi

NIKO’S P.O.V I think... I think I'm falling for Jeremy. Scratch that. I wasn’t falling—but I was already gone. And no, I didn’t mean that casual, friendly affection you felt for a close mate or family. I meant I wanted him. I’d fallen for him. I found him attractive, so fucking attractive, so breathtakingly beautiful that I constantly caught myself getting utterly lost in his gaze. Those warm hazel eyes of his had this magnetic pull, making me trace every single one of his features as if I were seeing him for the very first time. I’d already let it slip, too. Just the night before, I’d looked him straight in the eyes and muttered, “You’re pretty.” I was fully conscious. No alcohol was involved. Completely sober and clear as day. In fact, that was exactly why I hadn’t drunk that night—I needed to test myself. I needed to know if the heat flaring up between us was real or just the temporary buzz of a couple of drinks. For the longest time, I had convinced myself it was just the a

VERA'S P.O.V"Daddy..." My fingers trembled so violently I could barely keep a grip on my phone."Vera, I need you to calm down," McLaren’s irritating voice cut through the static."Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down!" I raged, raw panic tearing through me. "They took Hunter!""I understand, Vera—""No!" I sobbed, unravelling. "Put Daddy on the phone. Right now."A muffled scuffle echoed through the line as I waited in suspense. Then, a familiar, steady voice took over. "Vera, darling, the team is already on it as we speak. Tella is going to find you and bring you home safely. We will find him."I aggressively wiped my eyes, but the tears just kept pouring, blurring my vision. Why would they take him? Why would anyone want to hurt Hunter? It didn't make any sense."So what am I supposed to do now?" I pressed, desperation making my voice pitch higher. "How did this even happen? Did... did the Dions do this? They were acting shady at the meeting, and I don't think they liked Hunter at

HUNTER’S P.O.V Vera stayed close, practically glued to my side as I escorted her out of the building. The way the guards tracked our movements set me on edge. I reached out and took her hand, pulling her along to match my hurried pace, remaining completely silent until we were safely inside my jeep, en route back to the penthouse. Vera kept her eyes fixed on me. I purposely avoided her gaze until I was certain my face no longer betrayed my fear. After thirty minutes of suffocating silence, I finally decided to break the ice. "Do you want to rest at the penthouse for a bit, or should we just grab our things and head out?" Vera scoffed, forcing me to glance at her briefly. "You're acting strange, Hunter." "Those people were strange," I countered, trying to justify my behavior. "That's all it was." "You're acting strange and now you're being defensive." "I'm... I'm not being defensive," I replied deliberately, pacing my words. "I'm simply explaining why I reacted that wa

HUNTER'S P.O.VVERA: Ellie, Hunter and I are back together.ELLIE: Oh my god! When? How? Where are you? How are you feeling? I want to know everything!VERA: I’m out of town at the moment, but we’ll talk tomorrow. I promise.I switched off my phone and slipped it back into my purse. Just then, the vehicle slowed down as we approached the entrance of an exclusive private members’ club.Looking through the tinted window, I took in the imposing stone façade and the tall windows stretching across the upper floors. There were no flashy signs announcing the club’s name, only a discreet brass plaque beside the entrance.Hunter turned the steering wheel, following the driveway beneath a covered portico. Two security guards immediately approached the car, and Hunter lowered his window.“Good evening.”One of the guards glanced inside before stepping back. “Mr. James. They’re expecting you.”Hunter nodded, and the gates closed behind us. I watched them shut through the rear window.“Are you oka

HUNTER’S P.O.V.Just before Vera arrived, I reached under the seat and pulled out the black case McLaren had told me to check before the trip. Carrying it back into the penthouse, I slipped into the nearest bathroom.I opened it, and to no surprise, a gun was staring back at me. It had a silver-iron finish and a solid black grip. I swallowed hard, wrapping my fingers around the handle to test its weight. I set it down on the counter and searched the rest of the box, assuming that was everything—until I spotted the bulletproof armor. There were two vests. One was clearly mine, but the second one posed a massive problem: how could I get Vera to put this on without triggering a million questions? Even more concerning, why was there a vest for her at all if Mr. Haven had promised she would be completely safe?Unbuttoning my shirt, I strapped the vest tightly against my chest and covered it back up. I grabbed the gun, slid it into my inside jacket pocket, and straightened my suit.How am I

HUNTER’S P.O.VI jolted awake in the dead of night, sitting up so fast that Vera, who had been resting against my chest, slipped off.“Hey,” she whispered softly, her fingers brushing lightly against my cheek. “It was just a nightmare,” she reassured me.I nodded quickly, wiping away the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Vera helped me, fingers wiping too, then propped a pillow behind my back as I sat up. A sharp headache hit me—the very first thing I felt once the initial shock passed. I blinked a few times, trying to recall the nightmare that had shaken me, but my mind was completely blank. It was strange because I never forgot my bad dreams.It wasn’t until Vera placed her hand over mine that I blinked and fully realised she was there.We looked at each other.“Hunter, are you okay?”I cleared my throat. “I’m fine... did you happen to bring my pills with you?”Vera’s face went completely pale. “Oh my god, I didn’t.”She shifted closer, anxiety written all over her face. “I’m

VERA’S P.O.V Hunter thrusted, burying his large cock hilt deep into me pressing me deeper into the bed. He kept it there, gripping the sheets around me. I never let go of the beads. And he never looked away from my face. He barely gave me time to adjust as he stretched my tight cunt to take him. It’s been months since I’d been fucked and each passing day before now, I had gotten tighter and smaller. But that changed now and soon I’d take the perfect size of him, be the perfect fit. He eased out of me fully, before slamming into me again making my lips tremble with a moan. “You’re tight, doll,” he hissed as he transitioned into slow, deep strokes that dragged every thick inch of him through me. Each thrust pressed me deeper into the bed leaving me moaning into his mouth and clenched tightly around him. His hips began to snap a little harder and deeper, the sound of him fucking into me filling the room. “Fuck you're squeezing me good. Is this okay?” he asked softly. I