LOGINI want to tell you I turned around and walked away with some shred of dignity intact, but that would be lying and aura farming.
I just stood there, with my coffee in hand watching Noah kiss the girl with the huge tits. By the time he pulled back and spotted me, I'd slapped a smile on so fast I would later think back on this moment and shudder.
"Izel! Hey!" He waved me over like nothing had happened, because to him, nothing had. I mean it’s not like we were together. "Perfect timing. This is Bree." He said it so easily, kinda like he was introducing me to his favorite food. "My girlfriend."
Girlfriend. I was doing all I could not to scream right there and then.
"Oh! hi," I said, and my voice came out completely normal, which honestly should win me an Oscar. "Nice to meet you." I said to Bree and she smiled at me.
"Actually," Noah continued, "good you're here. I wanted your opinion and I was thinking of doing something for her birthday, you're the artist, you'd know what's cute, right?"
That was it. That was the whole reason he'd wanted to talk to me, not the movie he’d asked me to. Why was he acting like he hadn’t just asked to see a movie with me? I felt like I was going mad.
"Yeah," I said. "Sure. I'll … text you some ideas."
I don't really remember walking away. I just remember my chest feeling like it had caved in on itself, and made it three blocks before I let myself cry, and even when I eventually let myself cry, it was snorty and ugly and I kept wiping it all up with my sleeve.
I ended up at the pier which was not so far from the coffee shop. I don't even remember deciding to go there. I just sat on the edge of it, feet dangling over the water, watching the Ferris wheel lights blur through my stupid leftover tears, feeling more alone than I had in a long time.
I don't know how long I sat there before I heard footsteps behind me.
"Move over." I heard Jace’s voice. He sat down next to me without waiting for permission, and for a long minute he didn't say anything at all, and didn’t make any comment about my blotchy face. He just sat there, staring at the same water I was staring at.
"He has a girlfriend," I said finally. I wanted to say more but I felt my throat close up.
Jace to my surprise didn't respond. Instead, he held out his hand. "Come on."
"Huh? Where?"
"Somewhere better than here." He wagged his eyebrows, and I found myself smiling and letting him lead me on. I just didn’t have it in me to argue.
He drove us out past campus to this property tucked behind a hedge so tall you'd never know what was behind it. It turned out to be some empty vacation house one of his teammates' families owned. It had tinted windows, nobody home, and behind it was a pool so big it looked more like a small lake.
"We're trespassing," I said, looking around shiftily.
"We're borrowing," he corrected, already pulling his shirt over his head like this was the most normal thing in the world.
We sat at the edge of the water at the pool. "Noah's an idiot," Jace said quietly. "For the record."
"Are you supposed to say that? He’s on your team.” I protested.
“Doesn’t make it any less true.” He countered and something about the way he said it made my whole chest go warm and strange.
Then he stood, and in one motion he dived into the water. I stared at him like I'd never seen him before, which was stupid, because I had, dozens of times, at meets, across kitchens, arguing about towels. But this felt different.
"Are you coming in?" he said, water dripping off his jaw. He looked like one of those models you’re likely to find on the cover of vogue.
When I didn’t answer, he pulled me toward him, laughing, and I was laughing too, and somewhere between the laughing and the water and the ridiculous blue-lit night, I stopped thinking about Noah completely. I was only thinking about the boy in front of me.
He kissed me first. Or maybe I kissed him. Honestly, by that point I couldn't tell you who started it. My hands were suddenly in his wet hair, as I leaned fully into the kiss. He held me up by one arm while the other hand cupped my breasts.
I was not thinking, especially when he kissed my neck and went down to my suck on my hard wet nipple. Goodness…hot shocks went through my body even though the water was cold.
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” I heard myself whisper, but I didn’t want him to stop.
Jace murmured something incoherent as his free hand traced my wet body until he found my panties. I was wet, and soaking wet. He didn’t waste time finding my clit. He massaged it slowly while he continued his sweet assault on my nipples.
“Do…Don’t stop Jace.” I moaned, throwing my head as far back as I could.
His hard member was pressing into my pelvis and suddenly all I could think of was having him inside me.
A flashlight beam swept across the water and a man called out to us. “What the hell are you doing in my pool? This is private property. I’ll have you arrested!!”
We rushed out of the pool quickly, leaving wet trails as we grabbed our clothes in full blown panic. Jace held my hand, as we ran to the car half dressed and crazed. By the time he started the car, we were both laughing so hard we could barely breathe.
By the time we got home, I felt better. Our parents were lounging in the ante room, and eyed us dripping wet. Thankfully they said nothing, and I hurried up to my room, blushing furiously.
As I showered, I could not stop thinking about Jace and the way he’d left my body tingling. I was still wet and the flashbacks were not helping. I wondered briefly if Jace was also thinking about me.
But neither of us knew that earlier, as we were dripping and laughing like idiots while we ran to the car, someone from campus had seen us.
And that was going to bite us in the ass.
izel's povMy dad told me to stay in the car, but there was zero chance I was sitting on my hands while a stranger stood on our porch threatening my family.I popped the door open and stepped out onto the concrete, my heart hammering against my ribs. Beside me, Izel got out too, her eyes wide as she grabbed my forearm. Wendy was right on her heels, her jaw set in a hard, protective line."Jason, I told you to stay put," my dad said, his voice tight as he turned around. He looked pale, like every bit of his billionaire confidence had drained out of him the moment this woman opened her mouth."I am not five years old, Dad," I said, stepping up beside him on the stone path. "Who is she?"The woman turned her sharp green eyes toward me, letting a fake, sickly sweet smile stretch across her face. Up close, her perfume was so strong it made my throat itch."Oh, you must be Jason," she purled, taking off her dark sunglasses. "You look so much like your father when he was younger. Back when h
JACE'S POVI felt Izel before I saw her. The sharp, clean scent of turpentine and vanilla cut through the suffocating fog of chlorine as she collided with my chest on the slick concrete pool deck. My arms locked around her by pure instinct, hauling her flush against me. She was sobbing, hot tears soaking into the collar of my wet tech suit, her small hands clutching my shoulders as if she expected me to dissolve right through the floor."You idiot," she choked out against my neck, her whole body shaking violently. "You absolute, reckless idiot.""I'm done, Iz," I rasped, burying my face in her wet hair, my heart thumping a slow, steady, safe rhythm against my ribs for the first time in months. "I'm done letting this pool kill me."Before I could kiss her, the entire world went up in a blinding flash of light.Dozens of camera lenses snapped from the bleachers. Reporters scrambled over the media barricades, shoving long boom mics over the railing as security guards shouted in vain to k
IZEL'S POVI slammed into Jace’s chest so hard my knees nearly buckled on the slick, chlorine-soaked concrete.His arms instantly wrapped around my waist, lifting my feet completely off the pool deck. He was drenched, smelling like high-concentration bleach and cold sweat, but his skin felt white-hot against my hands. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my chest heaving with ugly, gasping sobs that echoed over the deafening hum of the aquatic center.“You idiot,” I cried into his shoulder, my fingers digging into the wet neoprene of his tech suit. “You absolute, reckless, suicidal idiot.”“I’m done running, Iz,” Jace rasped against my ear, his voice rough and cracking like dry glass. His chest was rising and falling in heavy, shuddering gasps, but beneath my palm, the erratic, terrifying fluttering of his heart was finally starting to slow down. “I’m done letting this pool kill me.”Before I could kiss him, the entire universe exploded into absolute chaos.Flashbulbs flared lik
The contrast between the warm, softly lit art gallery and the sterile, roaring air of the Pacific Coast University aquatic center at 5:30 AM was enough to give anyone severe emotional whiplash.The morning sun hadn't even broken over the California horizon, but the bleachers were already packed. Banner flags fluttered from the ceiling rafters, coaches shouted over the reverberating echoes of splash water, and the sharp, chemical tang of high-concentration chlorine hung heavy in the humid air.In the varsity locker room, the energy was vibrating like a live wire.Jace sat on the low wooden bench in front of his locker, black tech suit pulled up over his thighs, staring down at his bare feet. Beneath the skin of his left chest, his heart felt like an angry creature trapped behind his ribs—slight, subtle, but undeniably present. The stress of the last twenty-four hours, the gallery showdown, and the sudden dawn summons had left his nerve endings completely exposed.The heavy metal door b
IZEL'S POVThe smell of paint stripper was so pungent it burned the back of my throat, but I was too numb to care. I sat cross-legged on the cold concrete floor of Studio B, staring at the ruined canvas with tears clogging my windpipe."Move," a quiet, command-filled voice ordered.Jace dropped to his knees beside me, not even bothering to pull off his jacket. He didn't offer empty pity or cliché comfort. Instead, he reached out, grabbed a broad palette knife from my workbench, and plunged it straight into the heart of the bubbling, melted paint."Jace, what are you doing?" I choked out, wiping my nose with the back of my paint-splattered sleeve. "It's completely trashed.""It's not trashed," he rasped, his dark eyes fierce as he violently scraped across the damaged center, dragging the melted indigo into bold, jagged black streaks across the gold background. "It's textured. You wanted an emotional breakdown on canvas, right? This is raw. Scraping it down makes it real. We're finishin
IZEL'S POVIf you had asked me on Wednesday morning if my life could get any more chaotic, I would have laughed hysterically while inhaling my third iced latte of the day. But apparently, the universe looked at my little viral quad kiss with Jace and decided to test how I handled a high society sociopath in designer stilettos.While Jace was busy being cornered outside the Pacific Coast University aquatic center by the queen of all campus narcissists, I was knee deep in art supplies, frantically trying to finish my showcase pieces before the gallery gods struck me down.Let us talk about Vivienne Ashford for a second.According to campus lore, Vivienne’s father pumped enough donor cash into PCU to fund a brand new Olympic pool, which apparently gave Vivienne lifetime VIP rights to act like a Victorian landowner. She was absolutely furious that Jace had publicly blown up their fake PR relationship to claim his messy, paint stained step sister instead.So, naturally, she tracked Jace do







