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71. Someone’s Going to Break

Author: WJRalde
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-09 02:40:28

Tension hangs in the air like the scent of a fresh wound.

The beach house is too big, too perfect, and yet I feel every corner holds an echo of what we did last night. Of what we keep doing. Of what we can’t stop wanting, even knowing it will destroy us.

I wake with my back pressed to John’s chest and my legs tangled with Demon’s, as if our bodies don’t know who they belong to, as if I haven’t been mine for days. As if they were two hells, and I was happy to burn in both.

But today I need space. Air. Something more than skin and sweat and muffled moans.

“Can we be alone for a while?” I whisper to John as he strokes my waist, as if he already knows I’m going to ask that.

Demon says nothing. He gets up without looking at us, throws on some random shorts, and disappears down the hall. I hear him open a beer, even though it’s not yet noon. John looks at me. His face is a mix of affection and fatigue.

“Of course,” he says. Kisses my forehead, as if we were still innocent.

We sit on the ter
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