Chapter: We Made It! (And I Still Have My Sanity... Mostly)Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it!I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.If you've been around since the beginning, you know this "short story" had a little identity crisis. It started as a quick idea, a little spark, and then it just... kept growing. Like a very polite, very well-dressed monster that just wouldn't stop eating my brain cells.And now, here we are, at the final page. This book is done!And I’m going to be honest with you about the ending, particularly that final chapter. I know some of you might be thinking, "Curvy, what gives? Where was the last-minute spice? The gran
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Chapter: NO SEX JUST LOVE~PART TWO He chuckled, a low, easy sound that cut straight through the remaining thread of her composure. “It's Maya's wedding, Cassidy. Wouldn't miss it for the world. You know I always told her she'd find someone who could truly keep up with her. I'm glad to see she finally did.”He didn't look like a heartbroken ex or a jilted former lover. He looked like a friend, a happy one. The sight of his casual, genuine well-wishes for Maya's new, female partner was the final, devastating blow to the fantasy she had built her exile upon. It hadn't been a grand love triangle; it had only ever been a triangle in her head.He leaned in slightly, a familiar gesture that used to signal a shared secret or an inside joke. “It's good to see you, Cass. You just... disappeared. We all missed you. Is the title of 'best friend' back on the table, now that the chaos has subsided?” he asked, a gentle, probing note in his voice.The irony was so thick it nearly choked her. The chaos hadn't subsided; she had created
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Chapter: NO SEX JUST LOVECassidy took a steadying breath, the faint, floral scent of the venue, a mix of lilies and old stone—filling her lungs. She smiled, a small, practiced upturn of the lips that didn't quite reach her eyes. Five years. Five years of silence, five years of missing a piece of her own life, all because of a feeling that, in the end, had been entirely irrelevant. The man she'd obsessed over, the one she'd sacrificed her most important friendship for, wasn't even the one standing at the altar. Her friend, Maya, had simply moved on, building a new life, a new love, one that Cassidy's agonizing feelings had never touched.The irony was a bitter, metallic taste on her tongue. It hadn't been a tragedy; it had been a misunderstanding. Her best friend hadn't lost the man; Cassidy had lost her best friend. The box of forbidden sadness she’d carried all that time felt lighter now, but only because it was empty, a relic of a fear that had never materialized.She pushed through the grand, carved oak do
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Chapter: THE LOCKER ROOM~PART TWOZane responded without thought, his own tongue meeting Philip’s, a desperate battle for dominance. Philip’s hand slid down Zane’s chest, past his navel, and wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a practiced rhythm. Zane’s hips bucked, an involuntary response to the exquisite friction. He felt Philip’s fingers work their way under his foreskin, teasing the sensitive tip, making him whimper. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Philip pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against Zane’s face. “You’re so wet for me already.” His thumb rubbed the bead of pre-cum, smearing it over Zane’s shaft. “Fuck you,” Zane gasped, his voice strained, his body trembling. “Soon, baby. Very soon.” Philip’s hand dropped, pushing Zane’s legs apart, then sliding between them. His fingers, strong and exploring, found Zane’s asshole, circling the tight opening. A sharp intake of breath from Zane. “No… not here.” “Yes, here. Now.” Philip’s voice was a dark command. He pressed a finger inside, sl
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Chapter: THE LOCKER ROOMThe metallic tang of sweat hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume clinging to Zane’s skin. His muscles, still humming from the brutal practice, twitched beneath the thin towel draped low on his hips. Across the bustling locker room, Philip leaned against a bank of lockers, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets of water tracing paths down his sculpted chest. A sneer, quick as a viper’s strike, flickered across Philip’s lips as Zane caught his eye. It was a language they spoke, a deep-seated animosity simmering beneath the surface, yet always, always, ending here. In this humid, testosterone-soaked space, their hatred curdled into their veins down to the heat in their cocks. “Still here, Zane?” Philip’s voice, a low rumble, cut through the din of showering water and boisterous shouts. He pushed off the locker, moving with an athlete’s effortless grace, his eyes, dark and predatory, never leaving Zane. Zane’s jaw tightened. “Waiting for the air to clear. Don’t want to br
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Chapter: THE HOTEL ROOM~PART TWOIt was tentative at first, soft and questioning. Her lips were full, yielding, tasting faintly of mint. He deepened the kiss, a gentle pressure, and she responded, her mouth opening slightly, inviting him in. His tongue, emboldened, swirled against hers, a slow, exploratory dance. A soft moan escaped her throat, a tiny sound that vibrated against his lips, sending shivers down his spine. He pulled her closer, his free hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He could feel the soft swell of her breasts pressing against him, the rapid beat of her heart echoing his own. Adeswua's fingers, initially hesitant, now tangled in his hair, tugging gently. She broke the kiss, breathless, her forehead resting against his. “Wow.” “Yeah,” Cael breathed, his voice thick. His lips brushed her temple. “Wow.” He trailed kisses down her jawline, tasting the salt of her skin, the lingering scent of her perfume. “You taste incredible.” She shivered, a delicious tremor. “You t
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Chapter: SUSANA faint, sterile smell of hospital disinfectant lingers in the air, and the soft, rhythmic beeping of a monitor keeps time with her shallow breaths, each sound a reminder of where she is.Patrick’s hand grips hers, tight and desperate, as if holding on could keep her here. His forehead rests on her knuckles, his shoulders shaking.“Umma,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “Please, don’t go.”I want to stay, she thinks with growing desperation. God, I want to stay. The thought repeats in her head, desperate and aching.She hears Jesse and Sam beside him. They do not speak, just hold him, their grief the only sound. Her boys. Her son and his brothers are, in every way, not by blood. She raised them. She loved them. She remembers the mornings in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes and their laughter filling the air. Those moments, fleeting and precious, shaped their lives. Now, they carry the weight of her leaving.Tears burn behind her eyelids as she whispers, “No.”“Please, God.” Her hea
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Chapter: EpilogueOne year later Jesse and I had a long conversation, a real one.We discussed everything: the past, the future, regrets, and what-ifs. But I never told him what happened between Cassidy and me. Some things are better left buried. I wanted them to work it out themselves, free from old mistakes.So they did.They started couples therapy, and it wasn’t easy. Still, they were trying. They were healing.And the bookshop?I finally found someone to take over the one in New Orleans. Today was the grand opening of my second store, Susan’s, named after Patrick’s mother. It felt right, honoring her this way, keeping her spirit alive in the books she loved.Patrick also moved his work here. He said it wouldn’t affect his career, but we both knew he just wanted to be here. With us. With me.Oh, and Michaela? She quit months ago. I never asked why—I didn’t care to.But the most precious thing, the thing that mattered most, was Henry and Patrick. Nothing else could compare.Their bond had been slow
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Chapter: Eighty-twoPresentWe lay in the dim light, face to face. Our bodies barely touched, but we were close enough to feel each other's heat and the nervous flutter beneath my skin. His breath was slow. Measured. But the intensity in his eyes unsettled me; they burned through me, gray and endless, as if searching for something precious he’d lost and desperately needed to find again.Then he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering against my skin, tracing the line of my jaw, down the column of my throat. I swallowed hard, heat blooming in my stomach."I was hunted for months after," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rain outside. Cold dread clung to every word. "I didn't want anyone to contact me. I just wanted to disappear." My hands trembled in my lap. "But then, when I realized I was pregnant, I came to find you." My voice wavered, raw with fear. "I was so scared. But when I saw you—" I swallowed hard, heart pounding. "You were happy. So alive.
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Chapter: Eighty-onePastAnnabelle asked around for Patrick. Some knew, some didn’t. Others just stared at her swollen belly, now seven months along. She was so damn tired. Natasha had offered to come when Annabelle had told her, but she had declined. Annabelle wanted to do this alone. It was her responsibility. Her burden to bear.She walked through the campus, a sprawling, beautiful place filled with students laughing and chatting. She felt like an alien, a ghost haunting a place she didn’t belong. The air was thick with the scent of freshly mowed grass and the promise of a bright future. A future she was no longer a part of. She had made a promise to herself a long time ago: she wouldn’t be like her mother. But here she was, in a different kind of mess, but a mess nonetheless.Just as she was about to give up, she saw him. His hair was shorter now, but it was still him. He stood among the students, a thick book in one hand and instruments in the other. He looked at home, like he belonged. If he turned
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Chapter: EightyPresent -Him She was here. And no, I wasn’t seeing double from all the alcohol I’d consumed in just a few hours after the ordeal.Happily never after, I thought bitterly.When I woke up, my head throbbed and my body felt heavy from everything I’d done the night before. Still, nothing—not the hangover or the haze—could have prepared me for what I saw in the mirror.My hair. Chopped.I must have really wanted to change my life in my drunken haze.But I wasn’t drunk anymore. I was completely sober, every sense awake. I saw the woman who started all of this step out of Sam’s car right in front of me.Fucking Sam.She looked as beautiful as ever, hands in her pockets. The grass crunched under her boots as she walked up and stopped just inches from me, her deep brown eyes meeting mine.Fuck. I sighed. “Hey,” she said softly, "Hey." Her voice was soft. The universe was mocking me; the clouds cracked open, and the sky unleashed a downpour, raining down on us in an instant.Oh, fuck me.HerH
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Chapter: Seventy-nineShe stared at him. Memorized him. And then she packed her things.Cassidy picked her up at dawn. Neither spoke as Annabelle climbed into the car. Cassidy flicked her cigarette out the window, exhaling smoke, and pulled away from the cliffs. Silence stretched while the road ahead looked endless. Annabelle's hands shook. Her heart raced. Her skin still burned from Patrick’s touch, from fighting back, from where Cassidy had stepped in and finished what Annabelle couldn’t.She swallowed hard and turned to Cassidy. “Since when do you smoke?”Cassidy let out a sharp breath, flicking the ashes out the window. “Well, killing somebody should warrant that.”For a second, neither of them spoke. Then, at the same time, they laughed, sharp and breathless, like two people who had crossed a line they could never come back from.The bus station was empty when they arrived.“You don’t have to do this,” Cassidy said, her voice low, uncertain.Annabelle just smiled. “I do.”Cassidy sighed, gripping the
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