LOGINShare
10
publish date:
2026-04-12 16:03:43
Latest chapter
Crossing The Line 12
The shift didn’t come all at once. It never did. It started in small things, imperceptible changes that only mattered if you noticed, and both of them noticed everything. Marcus stopped correcting him immediately, letting him stumble, letting him find the answer on his own before weighing in. It wasn’t condescension or arrogance—it was careful observation, a way to force Ethan to think without feeling like he was being watched.Ethan, for his part, stopped arguing every single point. He started listening, actually listening, without turning everything into a contest, without measuring words as if the goal was to prove himself better than Marcus in some invisible scoreboard. They still fought, yes, but the fights were quieter, smaller, almost polite in their restraint. The tension didn’t vanish—it shifted. It became something heavier, subtler, a quiet gravity that neither could ignore.“You’re distracted again,” Marcus said, eyes fixed on the page, voice even, calm, the kind that fel
Crossing The Line 11
By the third tutoring session, something had settled between them that almost looked like a routine. Ethan showed up late, as usual, and Marcus was already there, sitting in the same chair in the same corner of the library, books stacked neatly, laptop open, pen in hand. There was a quiet rhythm in his posture, calm and deliberate, like nothing could disturb him. Ethan, on the other hand, dropped into the chair across from him with more force than necessary, his backpack hitting the floor with a thud that probably registered on Marcus’s radar even if he didn’t react.For a moment, neither of them spoke, that familiar pause where it felt like they were both deciding whether to start a fight or not, whether to argue over a pen, a notebook, a misstep on a problem.Then Marcus slid a notebook across the table toward him, always the same angle, neat and precise, like it had been measured. Ethan sighed loudly, loud enough to carry across the table but not to attract anyone else, and grabb
Crossing The Line 10
They left the library at the same time, not by agreement, not consciously, just… a coincidence that felt deliberate. The area was quiet, the usual hum of chatter replaced by distant voices and the occasional car passing on the far edge of the lot. Streetlights cast long, uneven shadows across the pavement, stretching their figures slightly, making them seem closer than they were, or maybe it was just the tension that pulled them together.Ethan shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking a few steps ahead, trying to convince himself that he didn’t care, that this was just a casual stroll back to their house, nothing more.Marcus matched his pace easily without effort, his stride steady, relaxed, yet somehow unyielding, like he belonged wherever he chose to be and Ethan was merely along for the walk.“You’ll pass if you keep this up,” Marcus said, voice calm, confident, carrying that effortless certainty that always irritated Ethan more than it should.Ethan glanced at him,
Crossing The Line 9
The library was quieter than Ethan had expected, the kind of quiet that wasn’t oppressive but made every small sound echo too clearly, each whisper or page turn standing out as if it were meant for him. There was a low, constant hum of people existing in their own worlds, tapping keyboards, shuffling papers, the occasional cough or chair scrape that made him flinch slightly, like the sound had slipped into his personal space without permission. He didn’t like it. Not at all.Marcus was already there, naturally, sitting at a corner table with books arranged neatly, a laptop open in front of him, pens lined up in a way that made Ethan feel instantly messy and chaotic by comparison. He looked at Marcus and felt the familiar twinge in his chest that always came with this proximity, that mixture of irritation and curiosity he refused to name. Dropping into the chair across from him with a clatter that was meant to assert presence but probably just announced weakness, Ethan slouched and c
Crossing The Line 8
Ethan didn’t think much of the email when it first arrived. At this point, he had trained himself to skim through messages from lecturers, tutors, and administrators, barely noticing the content before tossing it aside. Attendance alerts, assignment reminders, passive-aggressive comments about his lack of participation—they all blended together into a background hum of obligations he wasn’t particularly invested in. Lunch was halfway done when he opened the message, casually scrolling through the lines as he chewed, expecting the usual bureaucratic monotony, until something made him stop mid-bite. He sat up straighter, the plastic tray in front of him suddenly feeling like it belonged to someone else. His eyes went back over the text as if reading it twice might erase the words he had just seen. “Wait—what?” Jason, sitting across the table and nibbling on a sandwich, looked up, curiosity flickering across his face. “What happened?” Ethan didn’t answer immediately, eyes fixed on
Crossing The Line 7
Coach didn’t relax the rule after the fight, and if anything, he doubled down on it in a way that made it impossible for either of them to pretend it was temporary. By Monday morning, it wasn’t just training together anymore. It was everything. Paired drills, strategy sessions, conditioning, even the gym work. If Ethan was running, Marcus was right there beside him. If Marcus moved to lift, Ethan had to follow. There was no room to avoid each other, no space to cool off, no break from the constant proximity that seemed to stretch longer with every passing hour.At first, the team had hovered around them, watching closely like they were waiting for another fight to break out, like all it would take was one wrong word to set everything off again. But when it didn’t happen, when the shouting turned into something quieter and harder to read they slowly stopped paying attention. Conversations picked back up, laughter returned in smaller bursts, and people started acting like this was no
You may also like
Age Is Nothing But a Number
NtombekhayaZibi24.5K viewsDark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don
Osarumwense Osakue 27.3K viewsBloodline:Heirs
R.C.BRIE1566.0K viewsIn The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire
SHINING25.8K viewsYour Kiss On My List (BL #1)
BeenieBean10.3K viewsMore Than Roommates
Jewella3.7K viewsStammering Hearts
Addie Bell4.8K viewsHIS MAJESTY
Asmaà B.N22.3K views
