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chapter thirteen

Penulis: Turquoise Grace
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-06 21:55:39

Hazel’s gaze snapped up, her cheeks shading red as she realized how disheveled she still looked. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt that clung to every single hard line on his torso, Cole looked a far cry from the sleepy bedhead who’d slipped from her room that morning. He ran his fingers through his hair, shimmying the Tupperware he held in his hands as if it explained exactly what he was doing there.

“Mom wanted me to bring you some breakfast. She said you high-tailed it this
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    The door slammed shut, rattling against the old hinges. Hazel remained where she was, in the old rocking chair, lathering her dry legs with lotion. Damp hair sent trickles of water droplets down her back, wetting the singlet she’d slid on after her shower. She kept her eyes down as Max sauntered into the bedroom, his frame appearing much bigger as he puffed up his chest. “Don’t ever put me in that fucking position again,” he hissed. “You came out,” she murmured, eyes still downcast on her legs. Max scoffed, stomping over to the bathroom and grinding the faucet on. “I heard his fucking voice. Did you expect me to just sit inside and look like a fucking asshole?”“I didn’t invite him over, Max.”“You also didn’t tell him to fuck off,” he bit, stripping off his clothes and tossing them by her feet. “Wash them. They fucking stink.”“I didn’t want to be rude.”“Yeah, you made that pretty clear.” The bathroom door closed with a harsh thud, leaving Hazel staring down at the practically cl

  • Chokehold   chapter thirteen

    Hazel’s gaze snapped up, her cheeks shading red as she realized how disheveled she still looked. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt that clung to every single hard line on his torso, Cole looked a far cry from the sleepy bedhead who’d slipped from her room that morning. He ran his fingers through his hair, shimmying the Tupperware he held in his hands as if it explained exactly what he was doing there. “Mom wanted me to bring you some breakfast. She said you high-tailed it this morning without having a feed.”“That’s really sweet of her,” Hazel smiled, feeling Blue yank against the collar she held in her palm. A sharp sting radiated down her shoulder and she released him. “Blue, no!”Before she could stop him, the Rottweiler bounded up to Cole, grubby, padded paws pressing against the clean white of his shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Hazel murmured, scuttling forward to tug Blue back. “I have to wash him before Max will let him inside, because he smells like the bonfire an

  • Chokehold   chapter twelve

    It felt like hours before the racket downstairs quieted. Hazel powered on her phone, scrolling through the relentless amount of messages she’d received overnight from Max. The familiar knot tightened in her stomach, well aware that her return would likely mean a cold shoulder. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she rose, nimbly shaking out the sheets and remaking the bed. The sheets twisted and curled on Cole’s side, her hands working to smooth out the pleats and folds his body had created. The scent of his cologne lingered subtly, the faintest hint to remind her that she last night hadn’t been her imagination. Sucking in a breath, she glanced down at his clothes hanging from her limbs. Dawdling over to the chair in the corner, she grabbed her clothes from the night before, shuffling into the shared bathroom to wash her face and redress. Folding his clothes, she sat them on the bed, finally sucking up the courage to leave the room. The door clicked, creaking as it o

  • Chokehold   chapter eleven

    Inky skin pinned Hazel against the heat of his chest, his breath slow and shallow. “So much for keeping your hands to yourself,” Hazel scoffed, her fingers cinching around his wrist in a feeble attempt to release his grasp on her waist. “I tried,” he grumbled, his nose nuzzling further into her hair. “I can’t control what I do in my sleep.”“You’re awake now,” Hazel huffed.“But you’re so warm.”The echo of a door creaking open from somewhere down the hall, Kelsey’s sugary voice drifting down the hallway as she called for Cole halted Hazel’s urge to push him away.“You’re being summoned.”“She’s not gonna look in here,” Cole murmured sleepily, far too casual for Hazel’s liking. Rolling her eyes, she tugged at his wrist. “And if she does? This doesn’t look good, Cole.”“She’ll get over it.”“Yeah, I’m not talking about her,” Hazel bristled. Cole groaned, finally releasing her from his grasp. Dark eyes followed her as she scrambled away, tugging the sheets high up to her neck. “What

  • Chokehold   chapter ten

    Dewy grass crumpled beneath Hazel’s bare feet, dampening the soft skin of her arch as she padded across the lawn. She cast a glance over her shoulder, green eyes scanning the windows of the Callahan farmhouse, silently thankful that all rooms remained dark. The shop light flickered, a dull, orange glow that lit up the messy interior, the door rolled halfway open as tools banged and clanged from behind it. A shadow cast across the opening, Cole’s broad body ducking beneath the roller.“Bout fucking time.”“Shut up,” Hazel scoffed, shaking her head as she dipped beneath the roller door, wrapping her arms around her bare arms for warmth. “Will wouldn’t go to sleep. He was talking about Savannah for like an hour straight.”“Told ya he’s down bad for her,” Cole smirked, wiping his oil-stained fingers on the rag over his shoulder.The air in the shop was frigid, an icy chill that swept around her, leaving bumps across her tanned skin, but a thin beading of sweat speckled across his hairline

  • Chokehold   chapter nine

    It was almost two in the morning. The fire had dwindled down to embers, the night air chilly and cool. Hazel watched it intently, curled up in the bed of Tyler’s pickup, wrapped in the warmth of the handmade quilt Lou had fetched for her. The crowd had dispersed, only a few stragglers left behind to finish their final drinks. Hank groaned as he rose, tossing his empty bottle as he winced at the crackling of his knees. “Alright kids,” he puffed out, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m turnin’ in. Cole, you right to put this out?”Cole nodded, finishing the dregs of his drink as his dark eyes swept over to Hazel. “Want me to walk you home?”She sighed, sinking a little deeper into the sanctuary of the blanket. “I don’t want to go home.” She cast a glance over her shoulder, towards her house. The lights were off, nothing but a stocky dark building in a dark sky greeting her.Dipping his head low, Cole’s eyes remained on her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Won’t you get

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