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Never Mine To Love Her Sous-Chef
River’s POVAunt Lydia took one last deep breath, smoothed her dress over her hips, and walked toward the door like it was a ledge. I stayed in the kitchen, half-draped in a dish towel, half-nervous for her.This was big.She hadn’t dated in years. Not since Uncle John. Not since everything changed.I peeked from around the corner, not fully spying—but not not spying either. She opened the door, and there he was.Craig.He looked just like someone named Craig should look—tall, slightly balding, with warm eyes and a dimple that appeared when he smiled. He held a bottle of wine like a peace offering, and a small bouquet of flowers that looked a little too perfect to be random. Definitely store-bought. But still sweet.“Hi,” she said, her voice a little too high.“Hi,” he said back, grinning. “You look beautiful.”I saw Aunt Lydia’s shoulders drop a little, and that was how I knew she liked the compliment.She stepped aside. “Come in.”Craig walked in, careful with his shoes. “Wow. It sm
Never Mine To Love Love And Chicken Skewers.
River's POV.I didn’t want to think. Not tonight.So I did what I always did when my mind got too loud—cranked the music up until it filled every corner of Aunt Lydia’s kitchen. Taylor Swift’s voice blasted through the speakers, singing Cruel Summer like it was written just for me. The beat pulsed through my veins, drowning out thoughts I wasn’t ready to sit with.Aunt Lydia arched an eyebrow as she chopped tomatoes. "You know, when I said help me with dinner, I didn’t expect a full concert."I laughed and turned the music down a notch. "You should be grateful I didn’t start dancing."She grinned, her eyes twinkling, but there was something nervous underneath her smile. She kept glancing at the wall clock like it was counting down to something big. And it kind of was.A man was coming over. Not just any man—her coworker. Apparently, he’d asked her out. And after eight years of swearing off romance since her divorce from Uncle John, Aunt Lydia had finally said yes.“I can’t believe I a
Never Mine To Love Never Easy.
Ethan’s POVI’d never liked awkward silences. But the one sitting between me, River, and Noah right now felt like it had teeth. Like it could bite through whatever was left between us.I stared at my coffee. It was getting cold. I hadn’t even taken a sip.River was across from me, hoodie sleeves shoved halfway up his arms, hands wrapped around his cup like it was the only thing anchoring him to the moment. He hadn’t said much. Just a few quiet words, barely above a whisper. And even that felt like pulling teeth.Noah sat beside him, quiet too. But I could see the way his eyes never left River. Like he was watching every breath, every blink, like he was trying to hold River together with just his presence. It made me feel... something. I didn’t know what. Maybe guilt. Maybe regret. Maybe just lost.I didn’t mean to hurt River.I didn’t know I had hurt him until he stopped coming home.I took a breath, set my cup down, and leaned forward. "I didn’t want to bring this up here. But I’v
Never Mine To Love Who to trust.
River’s POVI didn’t know why Ethan had called me.His voice had been clipped on the phone. Not angry, not cold, just serious. “Can you meet me? At the café. It’s important.”No explanation. No details or anything that hinted why he wanted to see me. Just that.I almost didn’t go. I thought maybe he wanted to talk about rent. Or complain about something Karden broke. Maybe I forgot to lock the back door again, or the sink started leaking. It didn’t feel urgent. Just… I don't know how to put it and after everything, I didn’t feel ready to deal with anyone, especially not Ethan and whatever was going on between him and my cousin.But when I walked in and saw Noah sitting there, everything inside me stuttered.My heart did this thing, jumped too fast, then landed wrong. Like I had tripped, but only on the inside. I stood at the entrance for a second longer than I should have, trying to pretend I wasn’t surprised, trying to breathe like a normal person.Noah didn’t say anything when our
Never Mine To Love Something Faraway
Noah’s POVThe day had started like most others. I woke up to the sound of birds outside my window, their calls soft but persistent, as if trying to remind me that time was moving even when I didn’t feel like it was. Sunlight spilled across the floor in slow golden stripes, cutting through the dust I hadn’t bothered to wipe away.I lay in bed longer than I should have, staring at the ceiling. My thoughts circled the same thing they always did lately, River.I missed him.It wasn’t the romantic kind of missing. Not the dramatic kind. It was quieter. Like an ache that settles under your ribs and makes its home there. I kept wondering if he was okay, if he was sleeping, if he was still staying at his aunt’s. I hadn’t heard much from him. Not since that night everything started to feel heavier.After a while, I got up. I didn’t have plans for the day, but the mess in my apartment was starting to feel like a reflection of my head. So I cleaned.Wiped the counters. Dusted the shelves. Folde
Never Mine To Love Way out Of Love.
River's POVThe message sat on my screen like it was begging me for a reply. "Hey. Can we talk?" Just that, nothing more. But it was enough to make my thoughts run wild.I didn’t move. Didn’t even realize that I was actually holding my breath. My hands rested on the kitchen table, fingers still trembling from the moment before. The envelope sat next to them, open and quiet like it hadn’t just open everything I’d tried to bury.He lied to you. It never stopped. just that and all the doubts I ever had all came rushing back into my head.I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward. My forehead touched the edge of the table, the cool surface grounding me for a second. Just a second. Because everything else inside me felt like it was about to break loose. My chest hurt. Not the sharp kind of hurt, but the slow kind, the ache that just finds their way into your bones when you’ve been carrying too much for too long.The air smelled like cinnamon and old wood like always. Aunt Lydia’s hous
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