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Chapter 68: midnight thirst
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2026-06-06 19:22:33
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His father’s obsession with me Chapter 68: midnight thirst
Aurora’s POVI woke up gasping softly, my throat dry and aching. The clock glowed 3:07 AM in the darkness of Smith’s bedroom. My body felt restless, skin warm under the sheets, heart already picking up that familiar frantic rhythm. I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. I needed water… and maybe a moment away from the intoxicating scent of him that clung to everything.I unlocked the door quietly and slipped out, wearing nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The soft fabric brushed against my bare thighs with every step, reminding me constantly that I was in his space, wrapped in his clothes. The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp. There he was—Smith—sleeping like a baby on the couch. One muscular arm draped over his eyes, the thin blanket pooled low around his hips, revealing the sculpted lines of his bare chest and abs. His breathing was deep and even, lips slightly parted. God, he looked beautiful. Peaceful. Tempting. My pulse quickened as I stared a second too long, heat pooling
His father’s obsession with me Chapter 67:midnight doubt
Aurora’s POVAm I in love with him?The question haunted me all morning as I sat in lectures, barely hearing a word the professor said. I didn’t know what I was feeling. My heart wouldn’t stop beating fast every time I remembered last night—the soft press of Smith’s lips on my forehead, the way his strong arms had wrapped around me in that tight hug, the sincerity in his voice during the apology at the ocean overlook. Everything felt too good to be true. After the cruel plan I’d overheard, the mud, the humiliation… how could I even consider trusting him? Yet here I was, replaying those moments like a hopeless romantic. The spark when his hand brushed my waist in the boutique, the ride on his motorcycle where I’d held him tight, the quiet talk under the stars. It confused me completely. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about the arrogant senior who’d tried to break me.Rumors had spread again by midday. Pictures of us from last night—in front of my dorm, his arms around me, the foreh
His father’s obsession with me Chapter 66:Unexpected pull
Smith’s POVYes, of course I wanted to hurt her. That had been the plan from the beginning—make the fiery freshman fall for me, then drop her hard. Public humiliation to teach her a lesson after she snapped at me that first day with the motorcycle. Mark and the guys had hyped it up. Cassie had gone along with her jealousy fueling the fire. It should have been easy. Satisfying.But now, alone in my room after practice, everything felt twisted. I picked up the jacket I’d given her earlier, the one she’d left folded on my bike like a quiet rejection. I hugged it tightly, burying my face in the fabric. Her scent lingered—soft, warm, with a hint of something fresh like the sea breeze. Every time I thought of her, this strange sadness crept in. I couldn’t name it. Regret? Wanting? Something that made my chest tight and my usual confidence slip.I just wanted to be around her. Not to break her, but to see that spark in her eyes again, to hear her voice, to protect her from the bullshit I’d s
His father’s obsession with me Chapter 65:mud and motorcycle
Aurora’s POVThat morning, the humiliation hit like a storm I couldn’t outrun. I barely slept after the library confrontation and overhearing Smith’s cruel plan. My eyes were puffy from crying, but I forced myself to get ready—simple jeans and a light top, hair pulled back, trying to look like the focused freshman I wanted to be. The moment I stepped out of Hawthorne Hall, it started. Groups of students in the quad turned, whispers turning into outright laughter in my face.“He dumped you already?” one girl sneered, not even bothering to lower her voice. “That was fast. Freshman thought she could play with Smith.”Another laughed. “Look at her. Pathetic. Cassie warned you, newbie.”The words stung deeper than I expected. News of the plan—or at least the public fallout—had spread like wildfire overnight. I kept my head down, cheeks burning, and walked faster toward the science building. The dorm to the science class block was quite far, a long trek across campus that usually felt refre
His father’s obsession with me Chapter 64:shattered illusion
Aurora’s POVThe next day, I dragged myself to class with a head full of conflicting thoughts. Sunlight danced across the campus paths as I walked from the dorm, but my mind was anywhere but on the lectures ahead. I couldn’t stop thinking about Smith since yesterday—the way his hand had rested on my waist at the party, the blue dress swirling around me under the lights, the strange spark I felt when he looked at me. It was infuriating. He was supposed to be the enemy, the arrogant senior who’d made my first week hell. Yet there I was, replaying the night like some lovesick fool. I needed to thank him properly for the dress, the night out, whatever “peace” he was offering… and then ignore him completely. Cut it off before it got more complicated.But first, something better. I couldn’t wait to ask Mom for Theo’s number. The old baby picture on my desk had been staring at me again this morning, that familiar little face tugging at something in my chest. Kael’s son was right here on camp
His father’s obsession with me Chapter 63:blue dress
Chapter 7: Blue Dress and Hidden CurrentsAurora’s POVThe next morning, sunlight filtered through the dorm curtains, casting soft patterns across my desk. I sat on the edge of my bed, still in my pajamas, staring really hard at the old baby picture of Theo that Mom had insisted I bring. It was tucked into the corner of my mirror frame—a chubby-cheeked toddler with dark eyes and a mischievous grin. Something about it nagged at me. He looked familiar, like someone I’d seen around campus recently. The shape of the eyes, maybe the jawline? It was probably nothing—just my brain connecting dots because Mom had mentioned him again on the call. Uncle Kael’s son was here somewhere, one year ahead of me, swimming and engineering his way through Crestwood just like I was trying to find my place. With only this faded photo to go on, recognizing him felt impossible, but the thought of a familiar face in this sea of strangers was comforting.I shook it off, showered, and dressed neatly—a crisp whi
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