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0034: LOVE LANGUAGE

ผู้เขียน: Ink Hashira
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-03 14:45:50

FRANKLIN POV

I didn’t let her catch her breath. I just grabbed a fistful of that dark hair and yanked her head back until her neck stretched out long and vulnerable under my mouth. I bit down right there, below her ear, hard enough that her pulse slammed against my tongue, fast and frantic.

Salt on her skin, that faint sweet trace of whatever she’d worn last night still clinging, mixing with the heat pouring off her. She made this noise… God, this broken little gasp that turned into a sob, and it hit me low in the gut, made my cock jerk against my zipper.

“Frankie,” she managed, my name splitting open like she couldn’t hold it together.

I shut her up with my mouth on hers, rough, teeth clashing first, then my tongue pushing in, taking. She tasted like want, like desperation, and her hands were everywhere, clawing at my shoulders, nails digging through the shirt, stinging in a way that felt too damn good. I growled into the kiss. I couldn’t help it. That pain… it was the only thing tha
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  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0046: KISS AND MAKEUP

    LUCA’S POVI leaned in the doorway, just watching for a minute. The proud line of her shoulders was gone. She just looked tired. And it was my fault.“You don’t have to clean up tonight,” I said. My voice sounded rough from disuse.“Someone has to.” Her voice was flat, eerily calm. “And you’ve done enough.”The words were a small, precise dagger. She didn’t even turn around.“June.”“What, Luca?” She finally turned, and the weariness on her face hit me like a punch. The party mask was gone for both of us. She just looked raw. Real. It made my chest ache.“We need to talk.”“We did talk. In the kitchen. You made your point. Loud and clear.” She bent to grab a cup, and I saw the fine tremor in her hand. That tiny shake undid me.“That wasn’t talking.” The confession tumbled out, ugly and necessary. “That was me being an asshole because I saw you looking and I just lost it.” I dragged a hand over my face. The fatigue was bone deep. “I shouldn’t have done that. The kiss. Using her like th

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0045: PLAN WAS FLAWLESS

    LUCA’S POVThe second I saw June look over, something cold and sharp settled in my gut. There she was, halfway across the room, holding a tray of drinks like it was a shield. But her eyes were locked on me. On Chloe’s hand on my arm.Finally.All week, I had been trying to get a reaction from her. Any reaction. A flinch, a sigh, anything. I had even mentioned Marlene needing help with her car, hoping for a little spark of jealousy. Nothing. Just that polite, infuriating mask she wears around the house lately. She was better at this cold war than I was.So I had switched tactics. If she could pretend I did not exist, I would make sure I was impossible to ignore.Enter Chloe. Look, she was not my type. Everyone knew Chloe. She had been making eyes at me all night, and I had been politely deflecting. But then I saw June watching, and a plan, this ugly, desperate thing, just clicked into place.Fine. If being good got me nowhere, I would be the villain she clearly wanted me to be.I turne

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0044: GREEN WITH ENVY

    JUNE’S POVA white-hot bolt of jealousy seared straight through my chest. It was so intense it stole my breath, a real, physical wrenching right under my ribs. My fingers clenched around the tray of sodas I was holding.No. You ended this, remember? my mind reminded me. You told him to forget. He’s free. He’s a young, single man at your son’s party.The logic did nothing. The sight of his hands on another girl’s body felt like a violation. It felt like something of mine was being taken from under my nose, and I stood helpless, unable to do anything to stop it.And then, as if he’d felt my gaze burning into him, Luca looked up. His eyes found mine, locked right on through all that noise. The easy smile vanished. His gaze held mine, dark and unreadable.Then, deliberately, slowly, without breaking eye contact for a single second, he dipped his head and kissed her.It wasn’t some deep kiss, just a brush of lips, a party kiss. But it was a message. A retaliation. A brutal demonstration of

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0043: COLD WAR

    JUNE’S POVMy heart began a slow, heavy thud against my ribs. No. It was impossible. It was my own paranoia, my miserable life looking for shadows everywhere. Sarah was my best friend. Franklin was… well, Franklin was a cheater, but with secretaries like Karen. Not with my best friend. Not for nineteen years. The sheer scale of that was too monstrous to even hold in my head.But the seed was planted. And in the fertile, poisoned soil of my broken trust, it didn’t need much to start growing.I stood up too fast. My chair scraped loudly on the floor. “I should get going,” I said, my voice oddly tight. “I told Marlene I’d help her with… something.”Sarah’s happy glow faded into pure worry. She stood and hugged me tight. “Promise you’ll think about what I said. And call me anytime. I mean it.”I hugged her back. I breathed in her familiar perfume. That scent had always meant safety, gossip, solidarity. Now it just made my stomach twist.“I will,” I whispered into her shoulder. But I wasn’

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0042: THE SIMPLE OPTION

    JUNE’S POVSarah’s hand squeezed mine, tight. Her face changed, turned fierce, protective, and it made my eyes sting. “Junie, listen. Life is too damn short. If you’re not happy, really, deep-down happy, what’s the point? If Franklin isn’t treating you right, or if he just makes you feel empty, you have options. You could leave. You should leave. Get a divorce.”Get a divorce.The words just hung there. So simple. For one second, one breathless, weightless second, it didn’t seem bad at all. If anything, it was like a door swinging open in a stuffy room. I saw beyond it. No more stiff, careful kisses. No more lying awake next to a stranger. No more pretending for the kids’ sake. Just freedom. The kind that made Sarah’s eyes sparkle like that.My heart did this wild, hopeful little flutter. Yes. Why not? But then, fast as it came, cold reality crashed down. Like jumping from a daydream into ice water.It wouldn’t be clean. It would be a war. Franklin wouldn’t just let me go. He’d fight,

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0041: HAPPY GUILT

    JUNE’S POVI gasped. I jerked my head back like I’d been burned. I couldn’t breathe. The whole room felt full of him.I tore the sheets off. I balled them up and shoved them deep into the hamper. My hands shook as I ripped open the new plastic. That crisp, chemical smell of new fabric and plastic wrap hit me. It smelled sterile, almost dead.I made the bed with insane precision, tucking the corners tight, smoothing the boring beige fabric until it was perfectly flat. Not a wrinkle. It was perfect. It was empty. It felt like I was making my own prison cell.I stood back and looked at it. It looked like a showroom, a place where nothing real had ever happened.But as I stood there, my heart still pounding, I knew it was all a lie. The new sheets were just a Band-Aid. The ghost of his smell might be gone from the cotton, but it was in the walls, in the air, in me. I could change the sheets, but I couldn’t change the truth staring back at me from the mirror.The next morning, after a quic

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