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Chapter 18: Carter’s Empty Victory

ผู้เขียน: Fredrik Starr
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-21 22:24:05
Carter’s POV

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.

After grabbing Danilo’s shirt in the hallway like I was some overprotective boyfriend from a CW show, I’d been stuck in this weird haze all goddamn day. Like I left a piece of myself in that hallway with him. Just… hanging there. Hovering. Buzzing in my chest.

I wasn’t supposed to care.

He was just some quiet kid with too many secrets and sad eyes and a body I shouldn’t be thinking about, but was anyway. I had a plan, simple, controlled, keep people at arm’s length and never let them in too deep. People like Danilo? They messed with the order. They made you want. That was dangerous for someone like me.

And yet here I was, ignoring Kylie Monroe’s flirty touches during lunch. Ignoring her soft laugh and her hands trailing up my thigh under the table. That was new. Normally, I'd be all over her. She was hot, willing, and didn’t ask questions. But today?

I couldn’t stop seeing his face. Couldn’t stop hearing his voice wh
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