เข้าสู่ระบบAlicia’s POV My phone buzzed again on the nightstand, the sound cutting through Mirabel’s laughter like a live wire. I froze, my fingers tightening around the edge of my blanket. Mirabel didn’t notice, she was still giggling about something Alex had said during their call, replaying the conversation out loud as if I hadn’t been sitting right there. I reached for the phone slowly, my heart already racing before I even saw the name. Rhys: Did you get my last message, sunshine? Or are you still trying to run from me? The words sent a rush of heat straight through me, pooling low in my belly. I could practically hear his voice saying them against my ear. My thighs pressed together instinctively under the blanket as memories flooded back— his mouth between my legs, the way he’d held me open like I was his favorite meal, the filthy praise that had me shattering on his tongue. I typed back quickly, thumbs flying before Mirabel could glance over. Me: I’m not running. Just… trying to be
Alicia’s POV “Chris,” I said, turning to face him. I kept my voice level, casual. “What are you doing here?” He shrugged, hands still in his hoodie pocket, that easy smile plastered on. “I saw you when I was heading out, figured I should say hi. You’ve been avoiding me since the holiday.” “I haven’t been avoiding you,” I lied. “I’ve been busy, with library shifts and classes.” “Right.” He stepped closer, glancing down the empty aisle. “Look, I know I came on strong before break. My bad, I was an ass. I just… I like you, Alicia. Can we start over?” I studied him, looking out for the edge in his voice, and that jealous glare. But there was none, he was just calm. The Chris from the coffee shop who grabbed my wrist felt far away. “Start over how?” I asked, crossing my arms. He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like a walk. No pressure. You said you were done in the library, right? Just give me fifteen minutes. We walk the quad, clear the air. If you still want me gone after
Rhys’s POV “But she’s Mirabel’s best friend. She’s twenty-five, you’re forty-five, a widower, and her best friend’s father, this is kinda wrong in every way that counts. Power imbalance doesn’t even begin to cover it. And Mirabel…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “That girl worships you. Losing her mother the way she did, you’ve been her whole world. If she finds out you’ve been with Alicia behind her back, even if it started before she knew who Alicia was to her… it could break something.” “I know.” The words tasted bitter, I picked up the scotch again but didn’t drink. “Alicia’s terrified of that. She keeps pulling back, saying we have to stop, that it’s wrong, that Mirabel would never forgive either of us. She almost confessed to Mirabel when I sent her the rose. Alicia doesn’t want me to tell Mirabel yet. She needs time, she’s scared.” Hayes nodded slowly, processing what I’d said. “Smart girl. Scared, but smart. Are you planning to respect that?” “I am.” My grip tightened
Rhys’s POV The last message I sent Alicia still sat unanswered on my screen, she wasn’t typing, she probably got busy. I stared at it for another second—Would you be able to stay quiet for me, baby? Or would you whimper my name when I hit that spot that makes your legs shake?—before locking the phone and sliding it into the top drawer of my desk. She was at the library, surrounded by books and students, probably glancing around nervously with those pretty eyes wide and that faint blush creeping up her neck. The thought alone made my cock twitch behind my zipper, but I forced it down. I leaned back in the leather chair, rolling my shoulders once to ease the tension that had settled there. Hayes stepped into my office and sat across from me in one of the guest chairs, legs crossed, nursing a glass of water instead of his usual scotch. “Hey man, the numbers look solid,” Hayes said, tapping the screen. “Local partnerships are holding, and the environmental compliance cleared without
Alicia’s POV The call had been from one of her old high-school friends, some long story about winter break drama that had lasted nearly forty minutes. By the time Mirabel hung up, she’d been too distracted and sleepy to circle back to the rose. I’d dodged it, barely. But the near-miss sat heavy in my chest now, like a stone I couldn’t swallow. Mirabel was asleep in the next bed, one arm flung dramatically over her head, dark hair spilling across the pillow like ink. Her breathing was deep and even, the kind of peaceful sleep only someone with a completely clear conscience could manage. I envied her for that. Quietly, I slipped out from under the covers, careful not to make the mattress creak. I dressed in the dim light in soft jeans, an oversized cream sweater that swallowed my curves, and my hair twisted up into a messy bun. My phone stayed tucked deep in my bag, the sleek black box with the white rose hidden on the top shelf of my closet behind a stack of textbooks. I need
Alicia’s POV I lay perfectly still on my narrow bed, one arm draped over my stomach, the other resting limp at my side. My chest tightened until breathing felt like a conscious effort. Guilt sat heavy and cold right beneath my ribs, pressing harder every time I remembered Mirabel’s bright, trusting and caring attitude towards me, and how she’d innocently invited me to her house called me family. Beside me, the other bed creaked. Mirabel stirred, letting out a dramatic groan as she stretched her arms overhead, her long dark hair a tangled mess across the pillow. “Ughhh,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I miss Maria’s cinnamon French toast already. Campus coffee is going to taste like regret after that.” I forced a small laugh and turned my head toward her. “Morning, drama queen.” She blinked at me, then grinned that wide, sunny smile that always made my heart ache a little. “Morning, bestie. God, it felt so good to be home, didn’t it? Dad seemed happier too, I think having y







