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A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want Girls' night ruined
Chapter 40Aurora’s pov Layla kicked the door shut behind us with her slip on, from our nail technician. dropping her bag on the console like she owned the place.“Okay,” she said, grinning. “Before you ask—yes. Mom and Dad are on another endless business trip.”I slipped my shoes off, already sinking into the quiet of the house. It felt… different.“And Jaxon?” I asked, trying to sound casual.Layla waved it off. “Hasn’t been home in days. Racing. God knows what else.” She shrugged. “Basically? We’ve got the house.”We ended up sprawled across the living room floor an hour later, the lights dimmed low, the curtains half-drawn. A bowl of chocolates sat between us, wrappers already piling up like evidence of bad decisions.“Girls’ night it is then” I said. Layla squealed.“Aurora—girls’ night!” she shouted, already bouncing on her toes.I laughed, the sound surprising even me, and dropped my bag where it landed. Before I could say anything else, Layla grabbed my wrists and spun me ar
A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want Racing Auri off my head
Chapter 39Jaxon's povCoach walking past us“Again! If you’re not breathing fire, you’re not working hard enough!”“Move your feet—football doesn’t wait for feelings!”“I don’t care who you are off this field. Out here, you earn every damn step!”“Hit like you mean it. Hesitate, and you sit.”“Jeff—keep your head up. Jaxon—control your temper or take a lap!”“This isn’t a playground. “You think talent wins games?”“Reset! I want speed, not excuses!”“If you’re tired now, you’ll die in the second half—push!”The field smells like sweat and cut grass—metallic, sharp, familiar.Cleats scrape turf. Shouts crack the air. The ball thuds, again and again.Practice is brutal today. Or maybe I am.I take the pass too hard. Shoulder down. Drive through the line like I’m trying to split something open. Someone curses behind me. I didn’t slow.Then—Impact.A solid body slams into mine. Not accidental. Not soft.Jefferey.Our shoulders collide mid-stride, a sharp jolt that rattles up my spine.
A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want Lay misses getting laid
Chapter 38 Aurora pov I let my bag slip from my fingers the moment I step inside Layla’s place. It lands with a soft, careless thud—like the punctuation mark at the end of a long, exhausting sentence. Layla looks up from the kitchen doorway, one eyebrow lifting. “You okay?” “Define okay,” I murmur, already drifting toward the warmth. The kitchen feels like a hug. Golden light spilling from under the cabinets. A plate of cookies resting on the counter, cracked and imperfect, still breathing out sweetness. Two mugs of hot chocolate sit between us, steam rising slowly, patiently—like it knows we’ll need it. I sink into the chair and exhale. Deep. Heavy. Relief. reaching for a cookie. “If this is poisoned, thank you.” Layla slides into the opposite seat hugging her mug without a word. I take it like it’s sacred. “If this fixes me,” I say softly, “I owe you my life.” She laughs, gentle and familiar. “Chocolate has never failed us.” The first bite melts on my tongue. Sugar. Comfor
A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want Lay misses getting laid
Chapter 38Aurora povI let my bag slip from my fingers the moment I step inside Layla’s place. It lands with a soft, careless thud—like the punctuation mark at the end of a long, exhausting sentence.Layla looks up from the kitchen doorway, one eyebrow lifting. “You okay?”“Define okay,” I murmur, already drifting toward the warmth.The kitchen feels like a hug. Golden light spilling from under the cabinets. A plate of cookies resting on the counter, cracked and imperfect, still breathing out sweetness. Two mugs of hot chocolate sit between us, steam rising slowly, patiently—like it knows we’ll need it.I sink into the chair and exhale. Deep. Heavy. Relief.reaching for a cookie. “If this is poisoned, thank you.”Layla slides into the opposite seat hugging her mug without a word. I take it like it’s sacred. “If this fixes me,” I say softly, “I owe you my life.”She laughs, gentle and familiar. “Chocolate has never failed us.”The first bite melts on my tongue. Sugar. Comfort. Somethi
A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want A sleepless night
Chapter 37Aurora povHis phone buzzed again, I saw the name —A—The name never finished forming.My eyes flew open, I woke like a body thrown back into itself.Air ripped into my lungs, sharp and desperate, my chest rising too fast, too hard. The room was still wrapped in night—shadows clinging to the walls, moonlight slicing thin silver lines across the ceiling—but my body felt like it had been set on fire and forgotten.My sheets were tangled around my legs.Warm.Too warm. My phone lay innocent on the bedside table, screen dark, unmoving. No buzzing. No growl. No weight pinning me to the mattress.Just my breath—ragged. Too loud.I lay there, frozen, The ceiling above me blurred for a second as heat coiled low in my stomach, slow and dangerous, refusing to fade. I stared at the ceiling as the dream shattered in slow, humiliating piecesGod.It had felt real.The echo of his voice still rang in my head, low and dangerous, like it had been whispered directly into my bloodstream.
A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want Urgh!, it was a dream
Chapter 36Aurora povThe dim glow of the city lights bled through the half-drawn blinds, casting long, shifting shadows across the hardwood floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and something sweeter—his perfume, mint, musky now with arousal, clinging to the heat between us. I had barely stepped into the apartment before his hands were on me, pulling me back against him, his breath hot against the curve of my neck. There was no preamble, no gentle teasing—just raw, hungry need.Jaxon's fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, possessive and unyielding, as he spun me around and pressed me against the wall. The cool plaster met my back, a stark contrast to the fire spreading through my veins. I gasped as his body pinned mine, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against the damp fabric of my panties. Even through the layers of clothing, I could feel him—thick, throbbing, desperate to be inside me. A whimper escaped my lips, my nails scraping against the rough denim o
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