เข้าสู่ระบบTamrin has been quiet the whole drive.
I keep glancing at her, waiting for her to say something, but she’s lost in her own head, staring out the window like the trees outside hold the answers to whatever’s going on in her mind.
I know what she’s thinking about.
Celeste.
She&r
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
I step into the dimly lit warehouse, the familiar scent of dust and gasoline hitting my nose. The place is quiet, save for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Jar is already there, his broad frame leaning against a stack of crates, arms crossed and eyes sharp. He’s always early, always
"This is not the way home," I say, looking at Liam, who is driving away from our neighborhood."I know," he says simply and keeps on driving."You said we were going home," I state, and he nods. "Then why are we pulling into a coffee shop parking lot?" I ask when the car comes to a stop."Because we're
"What?" he says, bringing the question back to me. I raise my brows at him in question, and he smiles this devastatingly beautiful smile at me. I place my coffee down because my heart skips so hard I can feel my hand start to shake."Why are you staring at me like that?" I ask, and his face gets seri







