LOGINWYATT'S POVI drove to school in the morning with the windows down and the radio up, like a man who had pulled something off. Because I had. I had two nights left with Alessio, and the whole day stretched out in front of me like a gift.Maya was waiting by the gate with two coffees."Just look at you." She handed one to me. "New car, new attitude. Pretty much transfer student of the year.""Don't tempt fate.""Too late, everyone already knows." She kept pace with me and walked at my side. "There's a party at my house on Friday. Half the school is coming. My parents won't be back until Sunday.""That's a big crowd.""Which is exactly why I need your help picking out the good-looking ones." She lifted her eyebrows and wiggled them. "Since you're new, your vote counts as fresh.""All right.""You really don't care.""I care somewhat.""You don't care one bit. No worries, I'll cover for the two of us."We both laughed. Then, across the courtyard, I spotted Ronan, with his dark hair,walkin
WYATT'S POVI turned around quickly and there he was.Alessio was standing behind me, holding a glass in one hand with the same half-smile on his face, and somehow he looked even better than he had in the daylight. He looked darker and more sharper. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and his collar was open. My body reacted before my brain did."You," I managed to say."Me.""You followed me.""I was here first." He tilted his glass toward the corner. "Sit down."I sat down and then he became distant with me. He spoke in a professional manner. He asked about school, classes, and whether the tour had been useful. It was as if we were two strangers making polite conversation in a waiting room."You're doing it again," I said."Doing what?""Acting.""Mm." He took a sip. "Acting keeps you safe.""I don't want to be safe."His eyebrows rose just slightly. He gave no answer, only turned to the bar and ordered another round, while I sat there half-aroused, and utterly ignored.Then a g
WYATT'S POVMy stomach sank the moment I stepped through the office doors. He sat behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, dark hair pushed back. There was no doubt it was him. The man whom I had a one night stand with.He glanced up and he showed me nothing."Wyatt Erwin," he read from a folder. "Transfer from the eastern continent. Final year.""Yes.""Your records are solid. Creedson has high standards, but I think you'll manage." He turned a page. "How do you like the city? Have you settled in?""Almost.""Is your family with you?""Yeah. Both my parents.""Nice. Having support matters." He put the folder down. "Sign here, here, and put your initials on the last page."He didn't twitch or bring up anything. He acted as if he didn't know me from anywhere. I chose to go along with it. If he didn't recall, I'd act like I didn't either."Hah," I whispered, reaching for the pen.But then he got up and came around the desk to walk me through the forms, and the moment he leaned over my should
WYATT’S POV.I stared at Ronan as we walked down the wide stone hallway together. He was exceptionally handsome, with a sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and dark hair that fell neatly across his forehead. A sudden stray thought flashed through my mind, reminding me of the intense heat of last night with Alessio, but I quickly shook my head and pushed it far away. I couldn't be thinking like that in the middle of a school hallway."Thank you for helping me, Ronan," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I was completely lost."Ronan smiled warmly at me. "Don't worry about it, Wyatt. The school layout is pretty confusing for new students."Just then, a student came rushing around the corner, nearly crashing straight into me. Ronan reacted instantly, reaching out with a fast hand to steady the guy before he fell over."Hey, watch where you are going," Ronan said smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. "You don't want to knock down our new transfer student on his very first day, do you?"The
WYATT'S POVI woke up convinced it had been a dream. The bed was too soft and the sheets were too smooth. I turned my head and saw him.Alessio was still asleep beside me. He was lying down on his stomach, one arm under the pillow, with his dark hair against the white case. His back was bare and the sheet sat low on his hips. He breathed slowly, like a man with nowhere to be.Panic crawled up my throat. This was the part I was bad at. The morning part where you have to talk and pretend it meant nothing while it clearly meant something.I was sore in places I didn't know could be sore. My thighs ached, my ass throbbed, and when I shifted, I felt the ghost of him still inside me. The memory hit so hard my face went hot.I eased the sheet back. The mattress dipped and Alessio stirred. I froze mid-crouch with one shoe in my hand.He didn't open his eyes. He just rolled onto his back which made the sheet slip. I nearly lost my mind right there.I grabbed my jeans and shirt and got out. The
WYATT’S POVHe was older than I was. Six or seven years, at a guess. He was a handsome bastard with dark hair that stuck up in the front and dark eyes that revealed nothing.I could have ignored him. I'd been planning to spend the evening by myself, thinking about the new city, and my parents who still expected me to act as if I were ten.For some reason, I remembered what Anna had said in my mind, for the thousandth time. Stop waiting for someone to come to you. Take what you want.So I exhaled and got closer. "You've been looking at me for ten minutes," I said. "Buy me a drink or keep counting."His mouth curved slowly. Like he had all the time in the world. "Ten minutes and forty seconds. You're precise.""You're counting.""Obviously." He got two whiskeys and didn't bother to find out what I wanted. That was quite rude, but the correct decision and he knew it. His name was Alessio. He presented it like a card he was trying to play, and then didn't even bother to give me any backs







