LOGINChapter 5: Let's meet 🍆🍆🍆I got home later than usual, still feeling the ghost of Noah’s mouth on mine and replaying the scene of telling him not to follow me. The house was quiet. Mark’s car was gone, which meant he was still at the office.I dropped my keys on the counter and opened the fridge out of habit.That was when I noticed it.The lunch container I had packed for him the night before was still sitting on the shelf, untouched. The little note I had written was still stuck to the lid. He had forgotten it completely.I stood there for a moment with the fridge door open. I needed to make him something to eat. Because he couldn't just work till later in the evening without food.I closed the fridge door, and pulled out some ingredients. They were leftover roasted chicken, some greens, and a bit of the pasta salad I had made two nights ago. My hands moved automatically just like they always do. I prepared everything in thirty minutes, then packed everything into a clean co
Chapter 4: It was a mistake🥵💦💦Mark left for work at 7:05 like he always did.I waited until the sound of the car engine faded completely before I laced my shoes. My hands were steady, but my stomach felt tight in a way that had nothing to do with the baby. I rested my palm on the curve of my belly for a second, feeling the familiar shift underneath, then stepped out into the cool morning air and locked the door behind me.The path was quiet. I started at my usual pace, one hand occasionally dropping to support the weight of my stomach. I kept telling myself this was still just a run. And not a kind of date with Noah. That we had agreed to meet as just friends and nothing else.Noah was already there when I rounded the big bend near the oak trees.He was stretching against a low wooden fence, wearing dark running shorts, a black T-shirt, and earbuds hanging around his neck. When he saw me he straightened and offered a small smile.“Hey,” he said, walking towards my side.“Hey.”
Chapter 3: Just friends 👄💦💦I stayed away from jogging that path for three full days.The first morning I laced my shoes, stepped onto the porch, and then turned right back around. I told myself the baby needed a rest day. The second morning I drove to the grocery store instead. The third morning I sat on the edge of the bed in my running clothes and stared at the floor until time passed.I couldn’t stop replaying the café scene in my head.The way Noah had smiled when he saw me through the glass. And the kiss—God, the kiss. It had lasted less than a second, just the warm press of his mouth against my cheek, but my skin still remembered the exact way it felt. Mark noticed I have been quiet these past three days.Tuesday evening he came up behind me at the kitchen counter while I washed lettuce and rested his hands on my belly the way he always did. “Are you feeling okay? You’ve been distant.”I kept my eyes on the running water. “Just tired. The baby’s been active.”He pressed
Chapter 2: It's just what friends do 👄💦💦I set out for my usual morning run the same way I always did.I locked the front door quietly so I wouldn’t wake Mark, laced my shoes on the porch, and rested one hand on the firm curve of my belly while I stretched. The baby shifted under my palm as if she knew we were about to move. I took the first few steps slowly, letting my body warm up, then settled into the steady, comfortable pace that had become my ritual.The path was familiar enough that my feet knew it by heart. My hand stayed low on my belly whenever the baby decided to kick. Somehow it had a way of usually clearing my head. But today it didn't. Every time my mind wandered it went straight back to the other morning when I met Noah. His face when he first saw me, the careful way he had said my name.I told myself I wasn’t looking for him.But my eyes kept searching around to see if I'll find him.By the time I reached the edge of the park my tank top was damp with sweat and
Chapter 1: Stay away from him 🍆🍆🍆I had been jogging on the same path for months even when I got pregnant.Every morning at 6:40, while the neighborhood was quiet, I laced up my shoes, stretched on the front porch, and jogged down the tree-lined trail that circled the park and cut through the old residential streets. The pregnancy had slowed me down, just a bit…I was five and a half months pregnant but the doctors said light jogging was fine as long as I listened to my body. That morning the air was cool. I had my headphones in but nothing playing. I liked the quiet. My hand rested on the underside of my bump as I settled into an easy pace.I was halfway around the big loop when I saw someone coming. He looked somehow like Noah.He was coming from the opposite direction, head down. For a second I thought I was imagining it. Then he looked up and our eyes met.Noah.My steps faltered.We both slowed to a stop a few feet apart, breathing hard. It was ten years or maybe more sinc
Chapter 5: Hooking up again It had been eleven whole days since I had texted Kai or even seen him.I kept telling myself that one night on his couch had been enough to get it out of our systems.But it wasn't.Every time I closed my eyes I felt his mouth between my legs again. Every time I got myself off in the shower I came to the memory of him filling me, the low sound he made when he came inside me..My brother noticed I had been quiet lately. He asked once if everything was okay. I lied and said finals were killing me. And he believed me. On the twelfth night my phone lit up while I was in bed, half-heartedly scrolling through notes.Kai: I miss you. Kai: I can’t get the taste of your sweet pussy out of my mind.The words hit me. Heat flooded my face and between my thighs. I stared at the screen for a long time, my thumb hovering over the screen.I should have left him on read.Instead I typed:Me: I miss you too.Three dots appeared immediately.Kai: Come over. Tonight. By 7.
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide
Chapter 1: Sinful thoughtsI never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldn’t anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practicall
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so







