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2026-07-14 20:21:55Chapter 2
Oliver's POV. She opened the door and I almost forgot how to breathe. Lena stood there in that tiny shirt, the one that rode up when she reached for things. No bra. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were parted like she'd just been kissed. Or like she'd just been doing something else. I knew what she'd been doing. The wall was thin and I'd heard everything. But that was my secret. Behind me, Marcus and Ethan were cracking jokes about something stupid. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the way she was looking at me like she was scared, confused and curious at the same time. "I said open it," I repeated, softer now. "Not stand there like a deer in headlights." She swallowed. "Your friends…" "Don't worry about it." I stepped closer. She stepped back and I followed. "Right now, I'm only interested in you." "Your dad…." "Isn't here." I cornered her against the doorframe. "Neither is your mom. It's just us." Just us. I wanted to taste the word. I wanted to taste her. She was trembling. I could see it in her throat, the flutter of her pulse, quick and frantic. "Oliver," she whispered. "What are you doing?" "Something I should have done months ago." I reached out. My fingers brushed her jaw. It was featherlight, testing. She didn't pull away. She didn't pull away. "I saw you at the wedding," I said, low. "In that dress. The way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't watching." "You were watching." "Of course I was watching." I leaned closer. My lips almost touched her ear. "You're the only thing in this house worth watching." She let out a shaky breath. Her hands came up, not to push me away, but to grip my shirt. Fisting the fabric like she needed something to hold onto. "This is wrong," she breathed. "Tell me you don't want it." Silence. Then, "I can't." I pulled back. Looked her in the eyes. "Tell me you don't want me." She didn't answer but she didn't let go of my shirt either and that was enough. I kissed her. Not soft and not gentle but hungrily, the kind of kiss that said I've been waiting. I've been patient and I'm done waiting now. She melted against me instantly. Her mouth opened under mine. Her fingers tangled in my hair. And when I backed her against the wall, she wrapped her leg around my hip like she'd been dreaming of this. I broke the kiss. "I heard you." Her eyes flew open. "What?" "In your room, through the wall." I pressed closer. "I heard everything. Your breathing. Your fingers. The way you said my name." Her face went scarlet. "I didn't…." "You did." My hand slid down her side. "And I want to hear it again. But this time, I want to be the reason." She shivered. "Oliver…" "Say yes." I traced the waistband of her shorts. "Say yes, and I'll give you exactly what you've been touching yourself thinking about." She bit her lip. Her hips rolled toward me like she's been craving for it. Of course she was. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, yes —" And then Marcus shouted from the other room: "Oliver! Where the hell are you? We're starting another round!" I froze. Lena froze. I closed my eyes and counted to three. "Coming," I called back. Lena's face crumpled with disappointment, but at the same time filled with relief. I cupped her cheek. "This isn't over." "It's not?" "No." I kissed her forehead. "But I don't share. And I don't rush." "Oliver…." "Tonight after they leave." I looked her dead in the eyes. "Keep your door unlocked." I walked away. But I felt her watching me, felt her eyes burning into my back like a brand. And I knew, tonight, she'd mine. I walked back to my friends, laughed at their jokes, pretended to care about the game, but my mind was already in her room. Already between her legs, already… My phone buzzed. It was not from her but from— Dad: Coming home early. Mom got sick. Be there in 2 hours. Fuckkkkk.
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Our dirty little secret THE SECOND NIGHT
Chapter 144By Tuesday evening the house had stopped performing politeness.Ava no longer asked what anyone wanted for dinner. She put food on the table and expected them to sit. Oliver came and went with less explanation. Lena moved through the rooms like someone counting exits. Helen’s messages arrived twice a day—photos of a harbour, a plate of food, Julian half-asleep in a chair—and each one made the kitchen feel more temporary, as if the real owners might appear at any second and ask what had been done in their absence.They hadn’t.Oliver found Lena in the living room after nine, the television on with the sound low, a show neither of them was watching. Ava had gone to the guest room with a book and a closed door. The hallway light was off. Outside, rain tracked down the window in thin lines.“You’re avoiding the upstairs,” Oliver said.“I’m sitting on a sofa.”“Same thing.”He stood in the doorway for a moment, then came in and sat on the other end of the couch. Not close. Clos
Our dirty little secret THE TRIP
Chapter 143 Helen. Helen cried at the door, then laughed at herself for crying. “It’s only a week,” she said, wiping under her eyes with the side of her hand. “Look at me. I’m being ridiculous.” “You’re allowed,” Ava said. She was already in the hallway with her tote bag and a folded duvet cover, as if she had done this enough times to know the house would need both practical things and soft ones. “Go. I’ve got them.” Julian put the last bag in the boot and came back up the path. He checked his pockets for the third time—keys, wallet, phone—then looked at Lena and Oliver standing on the step like people waiting for a verdict. “You know where everything is,” he said. “Call if the boiler does that thing again. Don’t ignore it until the kitchen floods.” “We’ve lived here longer than a week,” Oliver said. “That’s what worries me.” Julian’s mouth moved like he might smile. He didn’t quite manage it. When he hugged Lena, it was brief and careful, the kind of contact that stay
Our dirty little secret THE WEEK ON THE FRIDGE
Chapter 142 Sunday morning Helen fixed the dates. She did it at the kitchen table with her laptop open and a pen between her teeth, calling out options while Julian read the paper and Oliver ate cereal like a man who had somewhere else to be. Lena stood by the kettle, waiting for it to boil, and listened to her mother build a week-shaped hole in the middle of their lives. “Monday to Monday,” Helen said. “Train on the way down. Julian hates the motorway when he’s supposed to be relaxing. Ava said yes again. She’ll come Sunday evening so she’s already here when we leave.” Julian turned a page. “That’s soon.” “It’s three weeks away. That’s not soon. That’s civilised notice.” Helen wrote the dates on the calendar stuck to the fridge and circled them twice. “There. Real. No more maybes.” Oliver glanced at the fridge, then at Lena, then back at his bowl. “Do we get a schedule for feeding times, or are we trusted with the cupboards?” “You’re trusted,” Helen said. “Try not to pro
Our dirty little secret THE SHAPE OF ORDINARY
Saturday arrived without drama, which somehow felt more suspicious than if it had.Helen slept late, still soft from the spa, and came down in a robe with her hair loose, asking if anyone had coffee left in the pot. Julian made a fresh one. Oliver was already out—a text on the kitchen table said he had a library shift until mid-afternoon. Lena sat with a piece of toast she was only half eating and listened to her mother describe a steam room as if it were a religious experience.“I forgot what my own shoulders felt like when they weren’t up by my ears,” Helen said, wrapping both hands around her mug. “Ava booked the next one before we even left. She’s dangerous.”“In a good way,” Julian said.“In an expensive way.” Helen smiled at him over the rim. “You’re working today?”“Only a couple of hours. Then I’m yours.”“I’ll hold you to that.”Lena finished her toast, rinsed the plate, and said she was going into campus to collect a book she had left in a locker. Helen waved her off without
Our dirty little secret UNTIL LATE
Chapter 140Friday morning Helen announced she was taking the whole afternoon for herself.Not a clinic. Not a chore. Ava had booked them into a spa on the far side of town—massages, steam, the kind of slow waste of hours Helen had not allowed herself since before the accident. She said it at breakfast with a slight flush of guilt, as if pleasure still needed justifying.“I’ll be back late,” she said, already checking her bag. “There’s food in the fridge. Oliver, if you’re bringing anyone home, tell me next time so I’m not coming in half-asleep to strangers in my kitchen.”Oliver raised his mug. “Noted.”Julian said he would work from home. Lena said she had a campus shift until four. Helen kissed the top of Julian’s head, squeezed Lena’s shoulder, and left in a light cloud of perfume and borrowed calm. The door shut. The house adjusted around her absence the way it always did: a little wider, a little more dangerous, a little more itself.Julian looked at Lena across the table once t
Our dirty little secret BORING THINGS
Chapter 139Helen did not mention the receipt again.By morning it might as well have never existed. She stood in the kitchen in one of Julian’s old shirts, sleeves rolled to the elbows, making eggs with the radio on low. She talked about a sale on garden plants, about whether they should finally repaint the guest-room door, about a neighbour who had asked if they were settled now after all the hospital months. Julian answered from behind a mug, voice still rough with sleep. Oliver ate standing up, scrolling his phone, then rinsed his plate and left for campus with a short goodbye that took in the whole kitchen and no one in particular. Lena stayed long enough to wash her own plate and long enough to feel the ordinary weight of a house that was not, for once, tilting toward disaster.Helen kissed Julian’s cheek on her way past him to the fridge. “Don’t work through lunch. You always say you won’t and then you do.”“I’ll try,” he said, and almost smiled.Lena took her bag from the hook
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