MasukIt’s 3 a.m. and I’m sitting on my bed, my palms pressed hard into the mattress as if it can keep me from falling apart. The world is silent except for the faint hum of the fridge downstairs and the occasional car passing far away. My phone screen is blank. No messages. No calls.
I should feel relieved. This is what I wanted, no Liam. No drama. No chaos. Just space to breathe. And yet… here I am. Wide awake, heart clawing at my ribs like it’s trying to escape.
I tilt my head toward the window. The sky outside is black, endless. It feels like it’s pressing down on me. I wonder if he’s awake somewhere, thinking of me too. Wondering if I miss him.
The thought makes me groan. I squeeze my eyes shut, press my palms to my face, try to force myself back to sleep. I try counting backwards. I try focusing on the sound of my breathing. Nothing works.
This ache in my chest, low and heavy, won’t go away. It’s like
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







