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3. Like how not to think about you, for example.
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2025-07-01 06:50:34“Not think about me?” he said, letting out a low laugh. “Sounds like that’s going to take a lot of effort.”
I gave him a fake smile and turned toward the door, ready to go inside and put an end to this conversation. But just as I was about to slip the key into the lock, his hand brushed along my arm, stopping me. It wasn’t forceful, it wasn’t possessive. Just a soft touch, one that sent a shiver from my fingertips all the way up the back of my neck. The man knew exactly what he was doing. And the worst part was, my body responded before my brain could stop it. As if his touch switched off all my defenses, one by one. “Catherine,” he whispered, and it felt almost like a caress. “Why are you so afraid?” I froze. I hate when men try to be deep. This isn’t a movie, I thought. This isn’t a romance novel. This is real life, and in real life, guys like him don’t end up with girls like me. But his words disarmed me in a way I hadn’t expected... There was something in his voice, that low tone that brushed the edge of forbidden, that made me want to stay right there, pressed against his chest, just to see what would happen if I stopped running. Just to feel that warmth again, that damned warmth that left me trembling. “Afraid?” I laughed, but it came out forced. “Please. What would I be afraid of? That a guy like you will break my heart? Don’t flatter yourself.” “I’m serious,” he said quietly, his hand still resting lightly on my arm. “I’m not the villain in this story, Catherine. I’m not asking you to love me. I just want… for you not to run from this.” “This?” I looked at him, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. He was too close again, with that gaze that made me feel exposed. And I didn’t want to feel exposed. “Whatever this is between us. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it. I’m not that much of a fool.” His eyes told me he meant it. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. And I couldn’t help but look at his lips. How easy it would be… just one more step and I’d be kissing him. And maybe, if I did, everything would stop hurting for a little while. Even if it was just for one night. Even if I regretted it in the morning. “John, this isn’t…” I paused, my mind blank, but I had to say something. “I’m not your type. This isn’t going to work. You’re… you. And I’m…” “Exactly what I want,” he said, steady, his eyes saying the same. I had no words. No one had ever said something like that to me. Not and meant it. Sure, I’d heard compliments, sweet lines, but always from people who wanted something in return. With John it was different. It was like he knew I was trying to run, and instead of holding me back physically, he kept me there with his words. And with that body, with that voice… how could I not want to give in? Damn him. “I’m not asking you to believe me right now. I just want… another chance to show you this is worth it. What do you say?” His eyes were on mine like he truly cared what my answer would be, and that’s what threw me off. There I was—Catherine. The woman who didn’t believe in love. Who didn’t want complications. And there he was—a billionaire who could have anyone, and for some reason, wanted me. “I don’t know…” I said, my voice unsteady. It wasn’t a no. It wasn’t a yes. It was my way of leaving myself a way out, just in case this all fell apart. John smiled, like he knew that I don’t know was already a small victory. “Take your time. I’ll be here, waiting.” He stepped back, let go of my arm, and suddenly I felt the empty space he left behind. “But don’t take too long, Catherine. Even I have my limits.” That warning—soft, dangerous—lit something in me I didn’t know how to put out. Like his words had sparked a fuse I hadn’t even known I was carrying. He smiled again, that slow, maddening smile that made me want to melt and scream at him all at once. And then he turned and walked away. I watched him head for his car, and for a second, I thought about calling him back, telling him not to go—but I stayed still. I went inside, closed the door behind me, and leaned against it. What had just happened? Had I just taken a step toward… something? Or had I just signed myself up for emotional chaos, forever? Whatever it was, one thing was certain: John Blackwell was getting under my skin, and I didn’t know if that was the worst thing—or the best thing—that had happened to me in a long time.
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Shared Desires 128. Last Sunrise
The first light of day filters through the window, not as a harsh ray that wounds the dimness, but as a golden veil that caresses the shadows, and I wake slowly, feeling—before opening my eyes—the warm weight of their bodies next to mine. Demon is behind me, his solid chest pressed to my back, his breath deep and steady against my neck, and John is in front of me, so close I can count the eyelashes resting on his skin, so close that every exhale brushes my lips like a silent whisper.There’s no rush. Nothing to wait for and no one to please beyond this small world of the three of us, enclosed in the warm intimacy of rumpled sheets and the shared scent lingering in the air, a blend of night and skin. I move just slightly, with the slowness of someone afraid to break a spell, and Demon responds instinctively, tightening his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, as if even asleep he knows he doesn’t want to let me go.John opens his eyes slowly, and his gaze meets mine—the same
Shared Desires 127. The Center of the Fire
The day doesn’t begin softly, as if from the very first moment there’s an underground current running beneath every gesture, a pulse beating hard that none of us seems to want to hide. There’s no golden silence like yesterday’s dawn; today the energy is different—sharper, more alive—and when Demon passes behind me in the kitchen and lets his hand run over my hip with blatant intention, not even pretending he’s just moving past me to grab something, I know: this is going to be a day that burns to the very last spark.John arrives barefoot, hair still damp from the shower, wearing that look that mixes curiosity with a touch of challenge, and he pauses only a second before leaning his shoulder against the doorway, watching us like he’s measuring the exact distance it’s safest to keep… though we all know he’s not going to keep any. Demon lets me go, but doesn’t step far; his gaze locks with John’s, and the tension is so visible I could trace it in the air with my finger.“Are you going to
Shared Desires 126. Breathing Together
Dawn arrives without a sound, slipping gently through the half-drawn curtain, letting a thread of golden light spill across the bed as if it wanted to caress us too. I’ve been awake for a few minutes, though I haven’t moved; I don’t want to break this moment that feels suspended in a place where time doesn’t exist. We’re naked, tangled together in a way that makes it impossible to tell where one body ends and the next begins, and the shared warmth is so dense it wraps around me like a second skin.I feel Demon’s slow breathing against my back, his chest pressed to me, his arm heavy around my waist, his hand resting just below my navel, fingers slightly curled as if he doesn’t want to lose contact even in his sleep. In front of me is John, his eyes still closed, but his hand on my thigh tells me he’s not entirely asleep, that he’s in that half-awake space where touch matters more than words.I say nothing, because there’s no need. I listen to them breathe—two different rhythms that, af
Shared Desires 125. No Way Out
The afternoon has that deceptive glow that gives no warning of what’s coming, the sun sinking slowly and the streets breathing a mild warmth that invites you to walk without haste. Demon, John, and I are walking together, with no clear destination, and although anyone watching us would think we’re just three friends strolling, the truth is that beneath that calm surface there’s a subtext that never stops pulsing, an invisible thread that binds us and keeps us taut.Demon walks to my left, his hand close enough to mine that, every now and then, our fingers brush in the faintest contact, sending a tingling up my whole arm. John, on my right, isn’t satisfied with chance: the back of his hand grazes my hip each time we take a step closer together, as if he’s measuring how many centimeters he can close the distance before it becomes too obvious.“You shouldn’t smile like that in public,” Demon murmurs without looking at me, but his deep voice reaches me like a touch on the skin. “People wi
Shared Desires 124. Marked Territory
Morning arrives heavy, wrapped in that dense air left behind by a storm, as if the whole world were still damp on the inside—and so am I. The living room smells of freshly brewed coffee, but also of something else, that mix of skin and heat that has seeped into the cushions and into my clothes from last night. I walk barefoot, dragging my fingers along the edge of the table while Demon and John are already there, one at each end, as if they’d positioned themselves strategically to force me to choose where to start.“You’re coming with me first,” Demon says, and though he says it with a studied calm, the way his eyes travel from my ankles to my neck leaves no doubt it’s not a suggestion.John leans back in his chair, resting an arm over the backrest with a tilted smile that seems to say he’s ready to challenge every inch of that claim.“That’s only because you think you can always be first,” he replies, his voice carrying that soft edge of mockery that always sparks the fire. “But you
Shared Desires 123. We Shouldn’t…
The whole night seems determined to trap us inside itself, as if the rain striking the windows weren’t just water, but a liquid wall cutting us off from the rest of the world. The wind whistles through the cracks, and now and then the wooden frame of the house groans, as though shifting its weight to endure. I stand before the large living room window, my fingers tracing lazy lines across the fogged glass, following the uneven paths of the droplets, while behind me I hear the slow, weighted steps of Demon and John. They don’t speak, but they advance as though obeying the same invisible pull.It isn’t tension—at least not exactly—it’s something denser, more enveloping, as if the silence itself had weight and temperature. The rain keeps us captive, and that captivity is warm, intimate, dangerous.“You never get tired of staring,” murmurs Demon, his voice closer than I expected. I don’t need to turn to know he’s behind me, close enough for his breath to graze my neck.“It’s hypnotic,” I
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