LOGINCALLAI’m still flushed and a little disoriented when I pull myself together in Ryder’s room, smoothing down my top and trying to fix my hair in the mirror on his dresser. “I should probably head home,” I say quietly.Ryder sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his shirt back on. “You sure? It’s not that late.”Before I can answer, his dad’s voice carries down the hallway again. “Don’t rush Calla away. She should stay for dinner.”Ryder raises his eyebrows at me, a small grin tugging at his lips. “No pressure... but Dad bought extra on purpose. He does that when he thinks I have company.”“Do you do that a lot?” I ask. “Have company.”He shrugs. “Kyle and the guys visit sometimes.”Okay. Perhaps they are a little more closer than I first thought if they know Ryder's home. I’m not sure what to feel especially—“Don’t worry. It’s nothing close to how I feel hanging out with you. Just you.” His words cut through my thoughts.“What?”“You were frowning,” Ryder says, standing and offering
CALLA I lie curled against Ryder’s chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat under my ear. His arm is wrapped around me, warm and loose, like he is giving me space to pull away if I need it. We are both breathing hard, skin flushed and a little sticky where we have been pressed together.His mouth on my skin feels so good. Too good.I close my eyes and try to stay right here in this moment— his clean scent, the way his fingers trace lines on my shoulder, the low sound he makes when I shift my leg against his. But the second my eyes shut, Miles flashes behind my eyelids. The way he used to smile at me after games. The summer nights we hooked up. The way he looked at me like I was just his best friend again when it was all over.My stomach twists. Guilt crashes over me so fast I almost pull away.Ryder must feel the sudden tension in my body because his hand stills. “Hey,” he says softly. “You okay? We can stop. Seriously.”I open my eyes and look up at him. His face is close, pupils da
RYDERI stand there in the living room, heart still hammering from Calla’s words. I noticed you. She says it so simply, like it doesn’t crack open every wall I’ve built since eleventh grade. Her eyes are wide and honest, that soft flush on her cheeks making it impossible to look anywhere else.Dad left for takeout ten minutes ago— he will be gone at least half an hour, maybe more. The house feels quieter now, warmer, just the two of us and this crackling energy that’s been building for weeks. Before I can find the right thing to say, she steps closer. Her hands come up to my chest, tentative at first, fingers spreading over my shirt like she is testing if this is real. Then she rises on her toes and kisses me— really kisses me, hungry and urgent, like she has been holding back all day too. I follow her lead instantly, one hand sliding to her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. She tastes like mint gum, pressing into me with a little sigh that shoots straight through my ve
CALLAA small smile tugs at his mouth, complete opposite of what I expect. “Sounds like your universe needed better planning.”I let out a small humorless laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah. I guess it did.”The teasing fades from his expression as he holds my gaze a moment longer. “Someone who never looked at you the way you deserved could never be the center of your universe, Pierce.”The smile leaves my face. I don’t know whether he realizes what he has just said, but it settles somewhere deep inside me. Miles had always been the one I looked toward, hoping one day he would look back the same way. Ryder never had to ask me to chase his attention. Somehow, from the very beginning, he had been the one looking at me.“I know.” I shake my head, my throat tight. “I’m just... I do like you, Ryder. A lot. Hanging out with you, especially yesterday, has been the best time I have had with anyone in forever.”“But?” He looks braced for rejection, but his eyes are soft.“I want more of that... wit
CALLA I sit at the blacktopped lab table, my notebook open to a blank page, trying to focus on the worksheet instead of the two boys bracketing me. Science class feels like a trap today.Miles is on my left, leaning in, his arm brushing mine in that familiar way. It should spark something— the old flutter I used to chase for hours in my head. But it doesn’t. It’s just ordinarily warm like a sweater I have worn too many times.On my right, Ryder reaches for the pipette. His fingers graze the back of my hand as he passes it over, and heat shoots straight up my arm, settling low in my stomach. My breath catches. I yank my hand back, cheeks burning, hyper aware of how close his knee is to mine under the table.“You okay, Pierce?” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. His knee bumps mine deliberately, igniting that spark again."I’m fine,” I whisper, eyes glued to the instructions, trying not to move because if I do, I’ll touch him again and want it more. My heart is doing that annoying flip
CALLAI’m not sure when exactly my heart stops racing after that moment with Ryder.At some point I think it slows down just enough for me to function. The ride home passes in a blur. Every time I close my eyes, I see Ryder’s grin in between the scenes of the whole day, the way he looked at me, and at the beach. I force that one out of my frontal lobe because I’m not ready to process it yet.By the time the cab pulls up outside the house, I have managed to convince myself that I’m calm. I pay the driver, climb out, and head for the front door. The second I step inside, that illusion disappears.Miles is in the living room.For a moment, I just stop. Of all the people I expected to see, he wasn’t one of them. His gaze lifts from his phone, and the surprise lasts less than a second before I force my expression back under control.“Hey.”Miles stands. His eyes sweep over me once before settling on my face.“Hey. Where have you been?”The question is casual enough to not sound interrogati
CALLAWith all due respect,” I say carefully, “I don’t think—”“It’s non-negotiable, Miss Pierce,” he interrupts gently. “This arrangement works to both your benefit. You are in need of additional academic credit this semester, are you not?”Heat floods my face. I nod yes, because while my grades a
CALLAThis summer felt like a movie.Sun on my skin, water in my hair. Late night swims in the lake behind the summer house while our parents drank wine on the deck, and Miles cannon balled into the water drenching me completely. I splashed back at him, laughing, but his grin was infuriating. He mo
CALLAI follow Ryder down the hall, my backpack tight against my shoulder. He doesn’t say a word other than “let's try a different study spot”. He just walks, purposefully and confidently. I keep up, my heart thumping, trying not to let the knot in my stomach betray me.He opens a door at the far e
CALLAI try to ignore the lingering heat of Ryder’s touch from yesterday, but it’s impossible. Every time I take a step, every time I bend to grab a book from my locker, I feel it there, a small, unsettling weight I can’t shake. I tell myself it’s nothing but just a little accident I should get ove







