Chapter 15

Afternoons had a certain rhythm to them for D'Andre and Taylor. As soon as the school bell rang, signaling the end of another day of classes, they would find themselves drawn to a shared secret – a hidden haven that existed within the walls of D'Andre's bedroom.

It was a ritual that had developed over time, a dance of stolen moments and unspoken desires. They were best friends, yes, but their bond had transformed into something deeper, something that transcended the boundaries of friendship.

On this particular afternoon, they found themselves seated across from each other at D'Andre's desk. A chessboard lay between them, its pieces poised for battle. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting a golden hue over everything.

"Your move," Taylor said, his eyes locked onto the chessboard.

D'Andre contemplated the pieces for a moment, his fingers hovering over a knight. With a sly grin, he moved the piece, capturing one of Taylor's pawns.

"Nice move," Taylor acknowledg