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10.LITTLE CRACKS IN THE WALL
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2025-08-09 03:33:37
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Beg For It 11.THE WORLD OUTSIDE
ARDENThe afternoon air had that late autumn bite to it, crisp and dry, the kind that carries the smell of wood smoke from blocks away. I stood in front of my easel by the window, brush in hand, trying to keep my focus on the piece in fron of me. But my thoughts kept drifting to yesterday-Rhett's voice in my truck, the way his eyes softened when looked at me, like he was seeing me and not just the idea of me.It was strange, having him in my apartment again. Stranger still that it didn't feel like a mistake.I was halfway through shading the curve of the figure's shoulder when my phone buzzed on the counter. I wiped my paint-strained hands on my sweater before checking it.Rhett: You free tonight?A flicker of anticipation lit low in my stomach. Me: Maybe.Rhett: Not good enough. Dinner with me? I promise not to burn anything this time. Me: Bold of you to assume I'd let you cook.Rhett: Fine. I'll order in. Pick you up at 6.I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at my mouth. He was m
Beg For It 10.LITTLE CRACKS IN THE WALL
ARDENThe next morning, the rain hadn't stopped. It fell in steady sheets outside my apartment windows, streaking the glass like the sky itself had decided to wash everything clean. I sat at myo kitchen table, nursing my coffee, trying to ignore the restless hum in my chest.It had been three days since Rhett brought my sketchbook over. Three days of texts that didn't feel like obligation..Three days of texts that didn't feel like obligation.Three days of him showing u- not with grand gesture, but with something quieter, something steadier.And maybe that was what unsettled me the most.At 10:17 a.m., my phone buzzed. His name lit up my screen.Rhett: Come downstairs.I stared at it for a full minute before typing back.Me: Why?Rhett: You'll seeIn grabbed my sweater and headed down, the smell of rain thick in the air as soon as I stepped outside. Rhett truck was parked at the curb, and he leaned against the side of it, hair damp from the drizzle."Youdidn’t tell me you were bringin
Beg For It 9.LIGHTER THAN YESTERDAY
ArdenThe sun was already pressing through my bedroom curtains when I opened my eyes. For a second,I forgot where I was.Then I heard it.The low hum of Rhett's voice downstairs. Casual. Unbothered. It was like it was the most normal thing to happen in this apartment. Like it hadn't been five years since he made himself at homein my sapce. Almost like he was always here.I stayed still, breathing in the strange calm threading through my chest. I hadn't slept that well in months. No dreams, no waking up gasping for air. Just...warmth. And Rhett, sleeping inches away, fully clothed, but with his hand nearly touching mine on topof the comforter.I didn't remember falling asleep. But I remember the way his voice went quite when I told him about my mom. The way his eyes didn't fill with pity, but something gentler. Respect, maybe. Or guilt.I kicked off the blanket and wandered down the stairs, barefoot, still in his T-shirt- he insisted it was more comfortable thanthe oversized hoodie I'
Beg For It 8. NOT RUNNING THIS TIME
ArdenI didn't sleep.Not because I was afraid to see my father.But because Rhett had said somethingI couldn't quite shake.- "I didn't leave because I stopped loving you"-. Echoed in my brain.That one line lived in my chest like a second heartbeat-loud, constant, impossible to ignore. And it terrified me more than anything my father could say.When Rhett picked me up that morning, he didn't try to talk too much. He just opened the passenger door and waited. That silent, steady prescence of his made it easier to breath, even when my hands were shaking in my lap."You sure you want to do this?" he asked as we pulled onto the freeway."No, I admitted. "But I need to."He nodded like he understood. And maybe he did.The drive took twenty minutes, but it felt like hours. I couldn't stop watching the lines on the road blur past us, as if the movement kept me from unraveling."You're quiet," he said gently. "Too quiet for you."I sighed, finally looking at him. "I keep thinking about the
Beg For It 7. THE GHOSTS WE DON'T TALK ABOUT
Rhett Arden didn't say another word after reading that message.She just stared at her phone like it might catch fire if she blinked.I didn't ask again. I just watched her slip away from me emotionally, one second at a time, like she was folding herself up into the version of her I never got to see-the one who didn't flinch at bad news. The one who turned pain into stone.Then she muttered, I need some air," and walked out before I could stop her.I should've let her go.Given her space. Let her figure it out like she always did.But I couldn't. Not this time. Not when I knew exactly who her father was... and what he'd done.When I found her, she was sitting on the back steps of the club. The city lights cast a soft blue over her skin, and for a moment, she looked like a memory-untouchable, unreachable, too far gone."I didn't know he was still alive," I said quietly, stepping beside her.She didn't look at me. "I barely knew he was alive."Arden's voice was even, but the way her h
Beg For It 6.WHAT I CAME BACK FOR
RhettI've taken hits that left me bleeding.I've faced down enemies who wanted to destroy everything I built.But nothing rattled me like watching Arden walk into the room and not knowing if she was going to stay.She stood by the bar like she owned the place. Like she could take one look at me and tear open every wound I'd spent years trying to close. And the worst part? She didn't even realize she still had that kind of power.I'd thought about her every damn day since I left. And now I had one chance to prove I wasn't the same man who walked away."Your club's quieter than I expected," she said, voice casual-but her eyes were sharp. "Not a lot of buisness tonight?"I shrugged" Not a lot of people I trust to run things while I'm distracted?""Are you distracted?"I stepped torward her. "You're standing in front of me. Of course I'm distracted."Before she could reply, the door opened- and tension rolled in behind it.Damien Levesque.Arden turned slightly, confused by the sudden s
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