LOGIN“Favorite food?” I asked.“Sushi.”“Really?”He nodded and reached into the chip bag.“I’ve never seen you eat sushi.”“Because Mom doesn’t like fish, so we can’t have it at home.”“But you haven’t gotten it here.”“I have. You just weren’t home. Where do you think I get those dumplings you like?”“I’ve never had sushi.”“No?” He glanced at me.“Nope. Dad isn’t a fan of fish either. And the idea of eating raw anything is a bit icky.”“It’s good stuff. Have you tried seaweed salad?”“Gross.” I wrinkled my nose.“It’s better than it sounds. Chewy, and it has to have the right dressing. But I love it.”“Maybe I’ll try it someday.”“What about you? What’s your favorite?”“Nachos.”“Yeah?”“Oh yeah. Especially loaded up with all the things.”He snickered. “I’m down for nachos as long as there’s no guac.”“What?” I stared at him in horror. “The guac is necessary. Like a vital part of the equation.”“I don’t like avocado. It’s just green mush.”“Your palette is so pedestrian.”“Said the guy
Jules’s POVWhat was going on?Last night was still a bit spotty, but I remembered every detail of what Gavin had done to me in the bathroom. I also remembered how Ash had burst in and broken that asshole’s nose. How he’d taken care of me after, hugging and comforting me and making sure I got home safe.I vaguely recalled my nightmares, didn’t remember Ash climbing into bed with me at all, but I’d felt safe when I’d woken up with his big, warm body wrapped around me.That feeling had lasted until the memories had come back in full force, but Ash had surprised me once again by comforting me, talking to me like I was an actual person, and getting us food.“I don’t understand why you like this show.”“It’s amazeballs.”Ash snorted as he reached into the bag of chips between us, and dug out a handful.We were sitting on his bed, against the headboard, watching one of my comfort shows on his TV.The entire situation was surreal.Ash had gone out to get us food and coffee while I’d taken a
“You really are a kitten, you know that, right?”“Shut up,” he huffed out, amusement tinging his voice as he kept on nuzzling me. “You smell good.”“I didn’t know you were friends with Elle.”“You know her?”“Yeah. She and her sorority sisters end up at a lot of the parties I go to.”“Do you know her… like that?”“Why?” My voice was teasing and mild, amused.“No reason.”“Awww, is my little kitten jealous?”“Shut up.” He pressed his face in my neck and breathed in.“To answer your question, no. I never hooked up with Elle. She’s a sweetheart, but I don’t like her like that.”“But you and Genesis…”“We had a bit of a thing last year. We hooked up a few times, but she started getting clingy and serious, so I ended it.”“Elle said you’re getting back together.”“We were never together. And no. She’s a nice girl but too much drama. She’s looking for something I can’t give her.”He snorted and turned his face so his cheek was pressed against my chest.“What?” I asked.“You’re complaining a
I’d never been into cuddling. I did enough so that the chicks I’d slept with didn’t feel neglected, but that was it. I didn’t sleep with people unless I had no other choice. I could count on one hand the number of times I’d shared a bed with someone, and I’d never once cuddled with a guy.Jules felt good in my arms. Solid and warm, his scent familiar. I liked it.His breathing deepened, and he fell asleep. Holding him felt right. Like he’d been made to fit with me. The possessive streak that shot through me was sudden and unexpected.Jules felt like mine.But he wasn’t.No one ever would be. I was a fuckup. An inconvenience. I wasn’t good enough for someone like Jules. He had every reason in the world to hate me.Maybe that was for the best.Being with Jules was easy. Too easy. Sexually we were compatible as all hell, but the more we talked, the more I liked him.Was it possible I’d misdirected my anger and Jules hadn’t deserved the hatred I’d been slinging at him for the past five ye
Ash’s POVI bolted awake, sitting straight up. My chest was tight, and my mind raced, still hazy from sleep, as I looked around the dark room. What hadwoken me?An anguished cry echoed through the silent apartment.Jules?I was off my bed and racing out of my room in a flash. I skidded to a stop in front of his door and carefully opened it, not wanting to freak him out.He was still asleep. Curled up on his side and hugging his pillow, the sheets around hiswaist as he sobbed brokenly.“Shit.”What was the protocol when someone was having a nightmare? Should I wake him up? I didn’t want to scare him, but there was no way I could leave him like that.“Jules?”My voice was barely loud enough to carry over the steady stream of his sobs.“Jules?” I asked louder and stepped into his room, closing the door behind me.“Help,” he wailed, the sound heartbreaking and visceral.“Jules, wake up.”I knelt beside his bed and gently touched his shoulder.“Ash!” he screamed, pulling away from my touc
“Breathe, Jules. You’re safe now.” He turned us and propped me against the counter. “Just breathe.”I tried to do as he said, my liquor-addled brain not quite comprehending what was happening.My chest was tight, but my lungs burned, as if a boulder was sitting on my chest.I could breathe in, but I couldn’t breathe out. Ash undid the button on my jeans.“I can’t,” I gasped, pushing weakly at his hands. “Not now.”“I’m not trying to fuck you. I’m just pulling your pants up.”The world was starting to go fuzzy around the edges. I was drunk and couldn’t focus on anything as my oxygen-starved brain screamed at me that I was about to die.Ash pulled up my pants, covering my ass, then buttoned them back up with skilled fingers.“Jules.” He put his hands lightly on my shoulders. “Focus on me and breathe. You’re okay. You’re safe.”Was I?“Breathe in. Then out. Just focus on me and do what I do.”I stared up at him blearily. Tremors ran through me. He yanked me against his chest, folding me
Dante's POV Cole didn't ask me anything. Not one thing. I knew he was dying to ask, I knew he was curious, but he didn't ask, knowing fully well that I would've told him if I had wanted to. I always knew that he was like that. The type to read the room and intuitively know what to do and what no
Love. It was feisty word, and it was more feisty as a feeling than as a word. During my recovery in the hospital after Hakim had almost sent me to my early grave, I came across the story of Hadrian and Antinous. The love story of these folks who existed during the 2nd century in the Roman em
Dominic sent me the pictures and details of the young men who had attended the party, and I quickly sent them to Alex. It was already getting pretty late, and I knew that I had to do something else, something like stalking a young man and threatening him into becoming my witness during the t
Do you know that feeling where you just wish that the ground would open up and swallow you up? Like, you wouldn't even care if you died, you just want the silly ground to open up it's mouth and feed on you? Yeah, that feeling. That was what I felt when after pouting my lips and closing my







