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Apologizes and Secrets

Autor: Rue Ella
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Quinn

"You wanted to speak to me?"

I take a seat on the couch next to Ash, popping a grape into my mouth from the bowl on the coffee table.

His eyes follow the movement, then he runs a hand through his hair—a nervous gesture I've started to recognize.

"Yeah. I did."

I raise an eyebrow, chewing. "So what is it?"

A yawn escapes before I can stop it. I just got back from the most tedious constitutional law class, and my brain feels like mush. All I want to do is crawl into bed and maybe read for a bit before passing out.

"If you're busy, we can talk later," Ash offers.

"What do you mean?"

He glances down at my lap.

I follow his gaze. Oh. I'm holding my textbook, already halfway through the next chapter without even realizing it.

"Oh." I close it and set it aside. "Okay. What now?"

Ash shifts slightly, his jaw working like he's trying to find the right words.

"I wanted to apologize," he finally says. "For the other day. With your mom."

I tilt my head, waiting.

"I just... stood there. Did
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  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Obsessed With Her

    Quinn"Where'd you go?"I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed when he walks in, and something about him makes me pause mid-scroll through my phone."Cole," Cade mumbles, but his eyes are focused on me with an intensity that makes every hair on my neck stand on end.My mouth goes dry. Actually, scratch that—my mouth almost waters while between my legs already beats it to the punch.Oh God.My breath catches in my throat. "But you said we weren't going."He doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he takes off his jacket with deliberate slowness, maintaining that burning eye contact the entire time.The jacket drops to the floor.He's in just his tank top now—black, tight, showing off arms that have no business looking that good.He starts climbing onto the bed. Slowly. Purposefully. Like a predator stalking prey."What are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.He keeps coming closer, not saying a word. Just looking at me like I'm something he wants to devour.My he

  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Dear X.

    QuinnDear X,Hi. It's been a while.I know you stopped replying years ago, and honestly, I don't blame you. I probably would have done the same thing. We were just kids with a weird pen pal assignment, and then life happened and we both moved on.But I'm writing to you anyway because I need someone to talk to, and for some reason, you're the only person I can think of who might understand. Or at least, the version of you I remember from those letters might have understood.Are you okay? I hope you are. I hope life has been kind to you, wherever you are. I hope you're happy.I'm... I'm not sure if I am.Things have been complicated lately.My mom showed up a few weeks ago. I don't think I ever told you about her—about how she left when I was younger, chose alcohol over us, just disappeared one day and never really came back. Well, she showed up at my university. Drunk. Caused a scene. Hit me in front of everyone.It was humiliating. Devastating. All the things I'd been trying not to f

  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Worse Than A Monster.

    Cole.Cade is standing in my foyer when I emerge from the studio, and his eyes immediately narrow at the sight of me.I look down at myself. I'm absolutely covered in blood. It's in my hair, on my face, soaked through my robe, dripping onto my marble floors.I must look like something out of a horror film.Delightful.I stare at him, taking in every detail. His aggressive stance—weight forward on the balls of his feet, ready to strike. The tension radiating from every muscle in his body. The way his hands are already curled into fists. His pupils are dilated. His breathing is elevated.The new pills are working magnificently."Wow," I say, genuine appreciation in my voice. "You actually came. I wasn't entirely sure you would."Cade doesn't waste time with pleasantries. "Quinn isn't doing the research job anymore."Direct. Aggressive. No preamble.Yes, the pills are definitely working.I chuckle, the sound echoing. "Oh, Cade. So predictable."I shake my head slowly, like a disappointed

  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Poetically Insane.

    Cole"Please... don't kill me."I hum softly as I add another delicate brushstroke to the canvas, ignoring her pathetic whimpering.The sound is getting repetitive. Boring, even.Tears flow down her cheek in rivers, her mascara running in black streaks that would almost be artistic if they weren't so cliché. She keeps crying, her body trembling in the chair where I've bound her with expert precision.Twenty-three knots. I counted as I tied them."Where is he?" I murmur to myself, glancing at the ornate clock on the wall. "He should be here already."Cade is usually so punctual. It's one of the things I appreciate about him.I return to my painting, adding shadow to the neck area. The composition is coming along beautifully. One of my better works, I think.The woman continues her pathetic begging. "Please, I have a family, I have a grandmother who depends on me, please, I'll do anything—"Anything. They always say anything.She's shaking so violently the chair is rattling against the

  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Paranoia.

    CadeI'm alone on the ice, the way I like it.It's dark already—past practice hours, past when anyone normal would still be here. But I like being here at night. Alone. Just me and the ice and the sound of my skates cutting through the silence.Usually it helps clear my head.Usually.But for some reason tonight it's not working. My mind is still racing, still spiraling, still replaying fragments of memories I can't quite grasp.I'm bored. Restless. My skin feels too tight.I slam the puck toward the net, watching it ricochet off the post.That's when I see it.Blood.Splattered across the ice in dark, glistening pools.I blink hard, inhaling sharply through my nose.The blood disappears.Just the clean white ice again.I exhale slowly. Get it together, Cade.I slam another puck into the net, harder this time. Then another. And another.The repetitive motion should calm me. Should help.It doesn't.The door to the rink suddenly slams open and someone comes running inside.I turn, my g

  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Questions And Threats.

    Quinn"One black coffee and a latte, please."I tell the barista, keeping my voice steady even though my heart is hammering against my ribs.I glance back at the table where Cole is sitting, watching me. His gaze is so focused, so intense, that it makes my skin crawl. Like he's studying me. Dissecting me with his eyes.I lean closer to the barista and turn my back on Cole, lowering my voice. "You wouldn't happen to have any pepper spray, would you?"The woman's eyes widen slightly. She glances over my shoulder at Cole, then back at me.Without a word, she reaches down below the counter and pulls something out. She passes it to me subtly, her hand brushing mine.I smile at her gratefully, tucking the small canister into my pocket. "Thank you," I whisper.She nods, concern etched on her face, then turns to make the drinks.I take a breath, steel myself, and carry the drinks back to the table.Cole is still watching me with that unsettling intensity. Like a predator watching prey.I sit

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