INICIAR SESIÓNBrandon’s POVI woke up slowly, not in the usual rushed and disoriented way that comes with alarms or stress or unfinished thoughts, but in a quiet, almost unfamiliar calm that made me want to stay exactly where I was without moving at all. For a few seconds, I kept my eyes closed, letting myself exist in that space between sleep and reality, trying to understand what felt so different, what had shifted enough to make everything feel softer.Then I realized.Cameron.My head was resting against his chest, and his arm was wrapped around me in a way that felt natural, like it had been there all night and had no intention of leaving. His breathing was steady and even, and for once there was no tension in him, no sense that his mind was racing ahead or calculating something, and that alone made my chest tighten in a way I was not entirely prepared for.I opened my eyes slowly, letting the early morning light settle in around me as it slipped through the curtains and painted the room in so
Cameron’s POV The quiet did not break.It followed us.From the couch… to the moment Brandon finally shifted, exhaling softly like he had just made a decision.“We should probably go to the bedroom,” he said, his voice low but steady.I looked at him.“Probably,” I agreed.There was something different in the air now.Not tense.Not uncertain.But heavier in a way that made every movement feel more deliberate, more aware.He stood first, then held out his hand toward me.I took it without hesitation.And that simple action—fingers lacing together, the quiet understanding between us—felt just as significant as everything else that had happened that night.We walked down the short hallway slowly.Not because of distance.But because neither of us seemed in a rush anymore.The door to my room opened quietly.The space was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp near the bed, and for a moment we both just stood there, taking in the stillness.It felt… different.Like stepping into somet
Brandon’s POV I did not remember the last time things felt this quiet.Not just around me.Inside me.Because usually my thoughts were loud, messy, always jumping from one thing to another, especially after a day like this. But sitting there beside Cameron, with his shoulder warm against mine and his hand still lightly resting on my waist, everything felt… slower.Like the world had finally decided to give us a break.I turned my head slightly to look at him.“You are thinking again,” I said softly.“I am always thinking.”“Not like this,” I replied. “This is your ‘serious, calculating, planning something dangerous’ face.”He glanced at me.“I am not planning anything dangerous.”I raised an eyebrow.“That is either a lie or the most suspicious sentence you have ever said.”“It is neither.”“Okay,” I said, shifting slightly so I could face him more fully, “then what are you thinking about?”For a moment, he did not answer.And I was about to tease him again when he finally spoke.“I
Brandon’s POV The moment his lips touched mine, everything else disappeared.Not faded.Not blurred.Gone.Like the noise, the stress, the flashing lights, the chaos of everything that had just happened—all of it had been pushed out of existence by something stronger, something louder, something that had been building between us for far too long.Cameron’s hand tightened slightly against my arm as if he needed to be sure I was actually there, as if this was the one thing in the middle of everything he could not afford to lose.And I felt that.God, I felt all of it.Because this was not just a kiss.This was everything we had not said out loud.Every argument.Every moment he had chosen logic over himself.Every time I had chosen him anyway.I kissed him back without hesitation, without thinking, without caring that we were literally standing inside a campus security office where we could get interrupted at any second.I did not care.Because right now, he was here.Not running towar
Brandon’s POVThe ride to the campus security office felt much longer than it should have, and it was not because of the distance but because of the silence that settled over all of us like something heavy and unspoken. The flashing lights from the vehicle painted everything in shifting colors, and every time the light passed over Cameron’s face, he looked exactly the same—calm, focused, and completely unreadable, like nothing that had just happened was enough to shake him.Meanwhile, my mind refused to stay still.Drake’s words kept replaying in my head, along with the look on his face, and the way he had not seemed worried even for a second. That alone was enough to make me uneasy, because people who were about to lose did not look like that.Wilson sat across from me, holding his phone tightly in both hands as if it were the most important object in the world.“If anything happens to this phone,” he said in a low, dramatic voice, “I just want it to be known that I tried my best to
Cameron’s POVDrake was smiling.Even with two security officers standing close enough to restrain him, even with the situation clearly escalating beyond a simple campus incident, he still looked like he had already won.That was the problem.People who were cornered did not smile like that.People who were cornered panicked.Drake was not panicking.Which meant this was not the end of his plan.It was part of it.I stepped forward slowly, ignoring the tension around us, ignoring the officers, ignoring everything except him.“You interfered with the upload,” I said.“Yes.”“You anticipated Irene would attempt to send the evidence.”“Yes.”I processed that.Adjusted.Adapted.Brandon moved closer beside me, his voice low.“Okay, I don’t like how calm you sound right now.”“I am thinking.”“That’s exactly what worries me.”Wilson muttered from behind us, “I preferred it when we thought we were winning.”I focused on Drake.“You did not destroy the documents entirely.”“No.”“You prevent







