Gideon POV I was there in the car, and I still couldn't believe that Lindsay was kissing me. After so long yearning for this moment, and suddenly, with a piece of advice from Jason and a day of practicing that advice, there she was, surrendering to me, kissing me with a passion that consumed me fro
Gideon POV I was there, lying on the luxurious apartment couch, with Lindsay beside me, as I had always dreamed. My body was relaxed as if all the tension from recent times had left my shoulders, and my mind was so light that only happy thoughts passed through it. That was the power she had over me
Max POV "Fuck! My couch... I'll never be able to look at it without feeling disgusted," I muttered to myself, still staring at the piece of furniture with repulsion. The night was somewhat rainy, and the sound of drops hitting the window seemed like a warning from fate. Gideon and Lindsay had just
Lindsay POV I woke up with a tumult of emotions, a weight on my chest that made me think of Wyatt even before I opened my eyes. The clock read 5 a.m., and there was Gideon, sleeping as if nothing had happened. But for me, everything had changed at that moment of weakness. "What the hell did I do
Gideon's POV I woke up with my hand outstretched, expecting to feel Lindsay's warmth beside me. A silly, almost childish smile appeared on my face as I remembered last night, the way Lindsay gave herself to me in such a unique way that it seemed new, as if I was getting involved with a woman I had
Gideon POV I returned to my room with a slam of the door that echoed through the house, a reflection of the storm brewing inside me. The situation with Lindsay felt like a knot tightening in my chest. I needed a moment to compose myself, so I headed straight to the bathroom, where the sound of the
Max POV When I returned to my room, I found Zoey there; after all, she had asked me to go talk to Gideon. "So, what did he say?" She immediately asked when I entered the room. I sighed, throwing myself onto my bed. "He's not going to apologize to you, Zoey. I'm sorry," I answered, turning on my vi
I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "If you want to get out of poverty without working, you'd have to marry someone rich, and I'm not available, honey." "Why not? Am I not great in bed?" She also laughed. "You are, but I'm not a guy who dreams about marriage, you know," I replied with a shrug.
Laura POV “I love the outfit you chose to wear today. You’re absolutely stunning, my love,” I said, praising my daughter while gently caressing her arm. This weekend had been tough for Annie. She’d had the freshman ball on Friday night, and today, Sunday, she had to accompany me to this brunch at L
Annie POV That night, we fell asleep curled up together, still reveling in each other’s bodies. It was simply impossible to describe. A mix of longing, nostalgia, and satisfaction at having him there again, feeling his body under my fingers, his kisses, his gaze, running my hand through his silky
Annie POV Peter Morton’s face was just inches from mine, staring at me. The electric blue of his eyes was so close I could see his irises dilating and contracting. “You okay, Lady Ann?” he asked. I sighed with a small smile, half in delight. “It’s been a while since anyone called me that.” Actual
Annie POV The masked boy—who I didn’t want to admit was Peter—took me to an upscale, comfortable hotel where I could spend the night safely, away from everything, and try to regain my composure and figure out what to do next. “You can stay here,” he said calmly, though his voice still carried a hi
Annie POV The masked boy led me through the dark campus, his hand firm in mine as we ran away from the ballroom. My legs trembled, the blue dress swishing with each step, and tears still streamed down my face, hot and relentless. The sound of the shouts, the judgments, still echoed in my head, bu
“No choice?” He cut me off, his tone incredulous. “Are you serious? You chose to help Madison make that video. You chose to plug it into the projector. And now Annie’s out there, broken, while you try to run from the responsibility. This doesn’t fix anything, Abby. It wasn’t supposed to end like thi
Abby POV I was there, tucked away in the shadows of the ballroom’s corner, my heart still racing as I watched the chaos I’d helped create unfold. The giant screen kept playing that horrible video, distorted and manipulated clips of Annie echoing through the room like a final verdict. People poin
Annie POV I was still on the dance floor, the warmth of the masked boy’s body against mine, my head resting on his chest as the slow music guided us. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was almost hypnotic, and I let myself get lost in that feeling I couldn’t quite explain. He’d just said s
I swallowed hard, Caleb’s words coming back to haunt me. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we’ve gone too far?” He’d said that at the mall, and I’d hung up on him, but now they echoed in my head. Annie had hurt me, yes. The fight in the dorm, the way she called me fake, like I was trash she