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CHAPTER NINETY-TWO — KITCHEN COUNTER CONFESSIONS

Author: S.Luvelle
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-21 01:53:43

The light went out with a crackle, plunging the hallway into dark. Rain thudded against the windows, a constant low growl beneath the sound of their breaths. Noa could still feel Alessio’s heartbeat against his chest wild, uneven, fevered like a war drum under skin that hadn’t cooled since the chase.

“Kitchen,” Alessio whispered against his ear. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a threat dressed as a promise, a vow laced with heat and hunger.

Noa’s legs were still trembling from the doorway, muscles were frozen from tension and the ghost of Alessio’s hands. His throat worked, dry despite the storm around them. “You can barely stand.”

“I can still carry you.”

His voice was a low rasp, dragging down Noa’s spine like claws. Fingers found his wrist, tugging him forward through the dark hallway that seemed to breathe with them. The house creaked under their weight, a storm-worn skeleton holding its secrets behind paper-thin walls.

The kitchen smelled like old wood, damp metal, and the faint g
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