Mag-log inCami didnât overthink it this time.That was new.Usually, she wouldâve waited. Let the feeling settle, sharpen, turn into something precise before acting on it.But she was tired of being the one who adjusted after everything had already happened.So she picked up her phone and called.Ariana answered almost immediately.âCami?âThere was something in her voiceâsurprise, relief, tension all mixed together.âWeâre not doing this over text,â Cami said.Direct. No buildup.A small pause on the other end.âOkay,â Ariana replied. âWhere?âCami glanced around her room like the answer might be there.âTomorrow. Lunch. That cafĂ© near the park.ââI know it.âAnother pause.âCamiââBut she cut her off.âDonât say anything now.âHer tone wasnât harsh.Just controlled.âIâd rather you say it to my face.âA beat.ââŠokay,â Ariana said quietly.The line went dead.Cami lowered her phone slowly.Her heart was beating faster now.Not from nerves.From anticipation.Because this timeâshe wasnât going
Ariana noticed the shift before it was said out loud.It wasnât dramatic.It wasnât obvious.It was in the way Mateo looked at his phone a little longer than usual, then put it down without saying anything.In the way he stayed quiet after dinner, not distant, just⊠thinking.She waited a while before asking.âWhat happened?âHe looked at her from across the table.Nothing defensive.Nothing hidden.âI spoke to Cami.âThat was enough to tighten something in her chest.Not fear.Not jealousy.Something more complicated.âOkay,â she said carefully. âAnd?âMateo leaned back slightly in his chair.âSheâs angry.âAriana nodded slowly.âThat makes sense.âSilence followed.Because neither of them tried to soften it.Ariana traced the edge of her glass with her finger, watching it for a second.âWhat kind of angry?â she asked.Mateo didnât rush.âThe kind that hasnât finished yet.âThat landed heavier than she expected.Ariana looked down for a moment.âI didnât want to hurt her,â she said q
Cami didnât sleep.She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of the city slipping through the curtains and stretching across her room.Her phone was still on the bed beside her.Screen dark now.But she knew exactly what was on it.You already did.She had meant it.That was the problem.She turned onto her side, pulling the pillow closer, her fingers gripping the fabric without realizing it.For daysâweeksâshe had been fine.Not pretending.Not forcing it.Just⊠fine.Everything had settled into something manageable. Predictable. Controlled.No surprises.No emotional spikes.No moments that caught her off guard.And then one messageâand suddenly she couldnât shut her mind off.She sat up abruptly, pushing the covers away, frustration building in her chest.âWhy now?â she muttered under her breath.It wasnât even anger.That would have been easier.It was something heavier.Something that didnât explodeâjust stayed.She got up, pacing her room, running a hand thro
Cami didnât plan to go home that early.But something about the night lost its pull halfway through.The music felt louder than usual. Conversations blurred together. Diego was saying something beside her, but she wasnât really listening.She picked up her drink, stared at it for a second, then set it back down untouched.âIâm leaving,â she said.Diego paused. âAlready?ââYeah.âHe studied her face like he was trying to figure out if something had happened.âWant me to come with you?âCami shook her head.âNo.âA small pause.âI just want to be alone.âHe didnât push.âText me when you get back.âShe didnât answer that. Just gave a small nod and walked out.The night air hit her differently this time.Cooler.Quieter.She wrapped her arms loosely around herself as she walked, heels clicking softly against the pavement.For once, she wasnât rushing.She didnât feel like she was escaping anything.But she wasnât staying either.When she got home, she didnât turn on the lights right away
Morning came quietly.Ariana woke before him.For a few seconds, she didnât move. She just lay there, watching him, like she needed to make sure he was still real in this version of things.The light coming through the window softened everything. Took the sharpness out of him. He looked different like this.Less controlled.Less guarded.Just⊠him.Her fingers moved before she could stop them, brushing lightly along his arm, tracing nothing in particular.He shifted slightly under her touch.His eyes opened a moment later.He didnât look surprised to see her there.âYouâre still here,â he said, his voice rough with sleep.Ariana smiled faintly.âI told you I wasnât leaving.âA small pause.âI meant it.âHe studied her face for a second, like he was checking for hesitation, for doubt.He didnât find it.His hand reached for her, pulling her closer without effort, her body settling naturally against his.âYou donât have to prove it,â he said.âIâm not,â she replied softly. âI just⊠want
Ariana didnât leave that night.Not because he asked her to stay.Because she didnât even think about going.It was quiet in the apartment, but it didnât feel empty anymore. The silence felt full, like something had finally settled into place instead of slipping through her hands.She sat curled slightly into his side on the couch, her head resting against his shoulder. Neither of them had said much after everything. There wasnât a need to fill the space with words.His hand moved slowly along her arm, absentminded, steady. Not distracting. Just there.She watched it for a moment before speaking.âI really thought I lost you.âHer voice was soft, almost like she didnât mean to say it out loud.Mateo didnât look at her right away.âYou didnât lose me.ââI did,â she said quietly. âJust not in the way I expected.âThat made him turn his head slightly.She lifted her eyes to his.âI lost whatever this was when I started treating it like something I could walk away from.âThe honesty sat b
The sunlight streaming through the windows of the Lopez breakfast nook felt like an insult to the chaos churning inside Arianaâs body. She sat rigidly, her spine barely touching the chair, clutching a cup of black coffee as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. Every time she breathed, sh
Mateo kissed Ariana with bruising intensity, pouring a pent-up desire into the heated clash of lips and tongues. His hands mapped every curve of her body, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the thin silk of her gown. There was no clinical precision here, only the raw, unchecked hunger of
The library doors didn't just close; they felt like they sealed the rest of the world away. Mateo didn't bother with the overhead lights. The only illumination came from the dying embers in the fireplace, casting flickering, orange-red shadows across the thousands of leather-bound books that lined
The lock clicked, but the guest suite didn't feel safe. Ariana collapsed against the door, her lungs straining for air that felt too thick to breathe. The kitchen was stories below, but she could still feel the phantom heat of Mateoâs chest against her back, the terrifying, electric pressure of his







