Luna“Hardin, stop it—” I laughed breathlessly, trying to escape his wandering hands as warm water cascaded over us.He didn’t stop. Of course, he didn’t.“Can’t help myself,” he murmured, lips brushing against my neck. “You’re too distracting.”I squealed when he pulled me closer, his bare chest pressed against my back as his fingers traced lazy circles on my skin. The steam fogged up the glass walls, our bodies tangled in the small space. It was chaotic. It was intoxicating. It was us.Somehow, between the kisses and playful touches, my mind drifted—back to that serious look in his eyes when he told me, “Nothing will happen to the hospice. I’ll make sure of it.”Two days. That was the deadline he gave them. Pull back… or face court. And knowing Hardin, he didn’t make empty threats. That alone had brought me so much relief, more than I could express in words.His hands slid around to my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his smile against my neck as he whispered, “You’
LunaI sat quietly, hands resting on my lap as I watched the discussion unfold before me.It still hadn’t sunk in.The board of directors were seated around the long table, flipping through documents and sharing their insights, opinions, and projections. And then Hardin.Leaning forward, his brows furrowed in concentration, he nodded as one of the members pointed out a clause in the proposal. He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t wave off concerns or let his usual arrogance bleed through. He was listening. Asking questions. Offering solutions.All for me.I still couldn’t believe it.He did this. He arranged this meeting. He brought them all together. I’d never seen this side of him before. The version of Hardin who didn’t just say he cared—but showed it.And damn it, it messed with my heart more than I was willing to admit.Hardin shifted in his seat, "With all the strong evidence we've gathered, they’ll have no choice but to pull away," he said. "It won’t be easy—especially with government
HardinThe room was quiet now, save for the soft, even rhythm of Luna’s breathing. She’d curled up beside me, her head resting on my chest like she belonged there—and hell, she did. I stayed still for a while, holding her, memorizing the way her body fit into mine, the rise and fall of her breath.I had poured out everything to her. Every piece I kept buried for years. And she still looked at me like I was worth loving.She didn’t say much, just wrapped her arms around me and whispered that I didn’t have to say more.But I wasn’t done. Not yet.I gently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. She shifted a little, hugging the pillow tighter, still lost in sleep. I let my gaze linger for a second longer—before grabbing a hoodie and stepping out of the room.The night air bit at my skin as I stepped onto the porch of the secluded house. It was pitch-black outside, quiet in a way the city never could be. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and dialed.It didn’t even ring
LunaI stood under the warm spray of the shower, letting the water wash over my skin and the mess of emotions I’d been carrying. I didn’t know how long I stood there, but when I finally stepped out, I felt a little lighter. No longer weighed down by anger.I dried off and reached for the first thing I saw: one of Hardin’s shirts hanging on the bathroom hook. It smelled like him—spice and wood and something entirely addictive. I slipped it on, the hem brushing against my thighs, and padded barefoot through the quiet hallway.The scent of something cooking pulled me toward the kitchen. I froze for a moment in the doorway.Hardin stood with his back to me, shirtless, stirring something in a pot like he had all the time in the world. The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting golden stripes over his toned back and the tattoo that curled down one shoulder. His hair was slightly messy—probably from running his hand through it a hundred times—and his sweatpants hung low on hi
LunaIt’s been two days.Two days since I walked out of Hardin’s house, anger burning in my chest like wildfire. But now… I don’t even know what I feel anymore.The anger has cooled. Not gone, just… dull. Like embers still glowing under the surface, waiting for something to stir them back to life.I won’t lie.I miss him.So badly it hurts.There are moments—late at night, or when a song comes on the radio, or when I catch myself staring at my phone—where I just want to call. Hear his voice. Just once.But he hasn’t called either. Not a text. Not a damn word. So maybe that’s my answer.He doesn’t care. If he did, he would’ve reached out. He would’ve come after me. He would’ve shown up, apologized, explained—something. Anything. But no. Silence.Maybe I was just convenient. Maybe that’s all I ever was. A bowl clattered on the table in front of me, breaking my thoughts.Rachel flopped down beside me with a grin. “Extra spicy,” she said, nudging the noodles toward me. “Eat. You look like
HardinThe silence in the house was maddening.For the first time in a long while, I hated coming home. I hated walking through the front door and not being greeted by her scent. No humming from the kitchen, no warm voice calling out my name, no Luna.Just quiet.It’s been a day since she left. Twenty-four hours of replaying our fight over and over again in my head, wishing I could go back and say something different—anything that would’ve stopped her from packing her bags and walking out the door.I ran a hand down my face, still in the same clothes from yesterday. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Every corner of this damn house reminded me of her. Her laughter, her glares, her warmth. I had it all... and I blew it.Alice had been tiptoeing around me. She knew—probably heard every word of our argument. But she hadn’t asked. She just gave me that look yesterday, the one that said she knew I was a mess and she didn’t want to make it worse.This morning, she left a cup of coffee on the table
Luna“What did I ever do to you?” My voice trembled. “Was all of it just a show? The kindness? The sweet words? Was I just some... tool you used to get what you wanted?”Hardin’s smile had long since vanished, his brows now drawn low in confusion. “Luna,” he said, stepping forward carefully, “You need to calm down and tell me what this is about.”“No, you don’t get to tell me to calm down!” I snapped. “You knew how much the hospice meant to me. You knew how hard I fought to keep it breathing, and you stood there—beside me—pretending to fight too, all while trying to sell the land behind my back?”He stiffened. I could see the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened, but he didn’t speak.“I believed you,” I whispered. “I believed in us. What did I do, Hardin? Why did you choose me to play your little game?”Still, silence.Tears burned in my eyes as I took another shaky breath. “Answer me, Hardin. If any of this was real—if I meant anything to you—tell me now.”He let out a slow bre
Luna"Good morning, Mrs. Hardin."Hardin's voice was a delicious rumble against my neck, warm and teasing. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet, but the feel of his arm tightening around my waist made my lips curl into a sleepy smile.“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice still laced with sleep.I turned in his arms, eyes fluttering open to meet his. He looked entirely too good for someone who just woke up—messy hair, scruffy jaw, and that annoyingly attractive smirk playing on his lips.“You slept well?” he asked, brushing a knuckle gently down my cheek.I nodded, letting my fingers drift lazily across his bare chest. “Like a baby. Maybe because someone tired me out last night.”He chuckled. “Someone had to make up for the stress yesterday.”I leaned in and kissed his jaw softly. “You’re impossible.”“And yet…” he rolled over, pinning me playfully beneath him, “You still married me.”I laughed, the sound muffled against his shoulder, heart already full just from waking up beside him.“I t
LunaI stepped into the house, shutting the door gently behind me. The lights in the living room were on, Alice was curled up on the couch with her legs tucked beneath her, writing something on a notebook.She looked up as I entered. “Hey,” she greeted."Hey," I forced out a smile. "Is Hardin back?" I asked my eyes scanning the room as if he could appear out of nowhere. Alice looked up, her pen pausing mid-stroke. “Not yet,” she said. “He’s probably caught up with whatever’s going on at the office.”I nodded slowly, walking a little closer. Alice set the pen down and tilted her head. “How did your talk with the director go?"I sank onto the armrest near her and exhaled. “It seems like they’re not backing down. The board still wants to turn the hospice into a private hospital.”Alice blinked. “What? No, that’s… they can’t."“I know but apparently, they’ve already brought in designers. The director said the people involved have stronger connections than we imagined.”“That’s not fair.