LOGINI sit there for what feels like an eternity, staring at the empty chair across from me. The coffee shop is alive with chatter and the clinking of cups, but all I hear is the echo of Trevor’s voice and the faint slam of the door as he left.
The weight of my own self-loathing settles on my chest, pressing me deeper into the seat. I glance across the room at Celeste and Nathan. They’re still there, still laughing, still oblivious to the pit I’ve dug myself into.
I can't take it anymore.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m up and moving, weaving through tables and chairs, dodging baristas with trays. The bell above the door jingles as I push it open, stepping into the bright afternoon sunlight.
He’s halfway down the block, walking with his head down and his hands shoved into his pockets.
"Trevor!" I call out, my voice cracking slightly.
He stops but doesn’t turn around immediately. For a second, I think
It’s Monday morning — that grey, sleepy kind of morning where the air still feels heavy from the weekend. I’m half awake, bag slung over my shoulder, hair barely cooperating, when I step outside and freeze.He’s there.Liam.Leaning against his car like he owns the world, black hoodie pulled up, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee. The street is quiet except for the faint hum of engines and early-morning birds but somehow, everything feels louder when I see him.My heart skips. My breath does that stupid fluttering thing it always does around him.“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrays me, too thin, too curious.He smiles, slow and deliberate. “I’m taking you to school today.” He pauses, his eyes glinting. “And every other day from now on.”I blink at him, caught between laughing and panicking. “I
I flip onto my back taking her with me. I look up at her and move her legs to my side making her straddle me. I don't think she realizes it but she grinds her pussy into me and I smile. Her mind might be fighting with her but her body wants me.I quickly sit up and go in foe the kill with a wet kiss. I plunge my tongue into her mou, making her moan as I fuck her mouth with mine.I tighten my arm around her waist, drawing her in until I can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric between us. Her skin is warm, her hair brushes my jaw, and everything in me aches - not with hunger, but with something gentler, deeper.She calls out my name softly when I break the kiss and I kiss her neck, I mean to be careful, light. Just enough to let her know I’m there. But she breathes in sharply, and I feel her hand sl







