I let out a long, shaky exhale.Peter’s still watching me. “What?” I ask, my voice harsher than I intended.
“I’m just wondering why you won’t let yourself be loved,” he says.I blink. That’s… way too serious. Especially coming from Peter. I frown at him. “Peter– ”“Ray,” he cuts in gently. “What are you still doing living with Noah?”I freeze.“I wasn’t going to say anything, not yet. I figured it’s not my place. But…”He holds my gaze. There’s something cautious in it. Soft, but direct. “You and Noah… are not planning to live together until Will’s a teenager, are you?”My heart lurches in my chest. For a second, I think he knows. I think he’s figured us out. But then…“What?” I laugh, breathless. “No.”Peter smiles a little, nodding. “Okay. So in the future, you do plan to be with someone?”My cheeks burn. “O-of course.”He watches me. Not smiling now. “Ray… are you already seeing someone?”It’s not me. It’s Elena. The woman in the photo, her smile’s too wide, too open. Her body too loose, too at ease. Her hair whips in the wind, longer than it should be.But I cut my hair. I cut it short. So when did it grow out? Why does she look so much like Elena? Why don’t I recognize my own face?My chest tightens. My breathing turns shallow. My vision tunnels. Am I… Ray?Or have I slipped so far into Elena’s life that I can’t tell the difference anymore?I’m sleeping with her husband. I’m cooking in her kitchen. Cleaning her floors. Her son called me Mommy last night without thinking.What if Noah knows, and he’s just going along with it? What if he’s pretending I’m Ray, just to avoid breaking the illusion?Maybe I’m not Ray at all. Maybe I’ve become her.“Breathe, Ray.”I’m bent over, hands on my knees, gasping. Noah’s hand rubs slow circles on my back, grounding me.“What did you just call me?” I lift my head, squinting up at him. The sun blinds me, and it casts his face into sh
I feel so happy. I don't want to admit it, but maybe I’ve become a slut for Noah. I never meant to lose my mind like that, but last night? I completely gave in. Gave up every ounce of sense I had. And now, I feel amazing. He didn’t use protection, but thank God I’m already on the pill.Oh my God, I can’t stop smiling.“You’re in a good mood,” Milly says, eyeing me as she pours herself a cup of coffee. The scent of roasted beans wafts through the teachers’ lounge. It’s warm, quiet, the buzz of the vending machine humming in the background.She’s my best friend from high school, well, used to be. We reconnected when I applied for a job here. She already worked at the school. We’re not as close as we were before I left for New Orleans five years ago, but we’re… good. Familiar.“You’re glowing,” she says, joining me at the small round table where I’m eating lunch.“It’s nothing,” I say, grinning into my sandwich.“Peter must be treating you right.”My smile fades. I duck my head, suddenly
She nods. I rise, grab her hand, and together we head up the stairs. We stop in front of William’s door. As I pull out the key, she stares at me, frowning. “You weren’t kidding.”“I kid about a lot of things,” I whisper, sliding the key into the lock. “But not about this. Also, his lamp? Works just fine. That kid lied last night just to come ruin our moment.”She snorts, trying not to laugh. “Stop it, Noah. You can’t get territorial with a child.”“Who says?” I open the door slowly. William’s curled in bed, completely fine. Lights on. Breathing steady.I quietly close the door and twist the key again.“Don’t lock it,” she scolds, swatting my hand.I grab her by the waist. “All clear,” I whisper, pulling her close. “Now, where were we?”She lets out a laugh, but I cut it off with a searing kiss.Her arms wrap around my shoulders, fingers slipping into my hair. I groan into her mouth, losing control fast. The kiss
She’s staring at me. “Noah…” she shifts her weight on the couch, eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”I want to say yes, right away, no hesitation. But I know Ray. She doesn’t want some offhand reply. This isn’t just about telling our parents we’re together. It’s about everything that could come after, rejection, judgment, maybe even hate. I don’t think my parents would turn on me for this, but they might not look kindly on Ray. And that matters to me.I reach for her hand and squeeze it gently.“Yes, Ray. I’m serious. We’re not doing anything wrong, nothing that needs to be hidden. We love each other. This isn’t impulsive. It’s real. It’s the truth. So why not let them know? I hate the way I have to hold myself back around my parents when you’re near.” I shift forward and hold her gaze with every sense of sincerity.“ I don’t want to keep us a secret. I want everyone to know.”She doesn’t smile. Her gaze doesn’t even settle on me. Her eyes are f
I let out a long, shaky exhale.Peter’s still watching me. “What?” I ask, my voice harsher than I intended.“I’m just wondering why you won’t let yourself be loved,” he says.I blink. That’s… way too serious. Especially coming from Peter. I frown at him. “Peter– ”“Ray,” he cuts in gently. “What are you still doing living with Noah?”I freeze.“I wasn’t going to say anything, not yet. I figured it’s not my place. But…”He holds my gaze. There’s something cautious in it. Soft, but direct. “You and Noah… are not planning to live together until Will’s a teenager, are you?”My heart lurches in my chest. For a second, I think he knows. I think he’s figured us out. But then… “What?” I laugh, breathless. “No.”Peter smiles a little, nodding. “Okay. So in the future, you do plan to be with someone?”My cheeks burn. “O-of course.”He watches me. Not smiling now. “Ray… are you already seeing someone?”
I run into Peter at the supermarket.It’s so painfully awkward that I almost duck behind the cereal shelf, but his eyes find me before I can hide, and we lock eyes. No escape.William’s off doing his usual grocery hunt, not here to save me from the uncomfortable conversation I know is about to happen.I start pushing my cart toward Peter, my brain scrambling to find something to say that doesn’t feel like stepping into a minefield.“Hey, Ray,” he says first, his voice flat. No humor.“Hey, Peter. How have you been?”I smile so hard my face hurts.“Still recovering from that heartbreak,” he says. It sounds like a joke, but I don’t know whether to laugh or not.“Um… sorry?” I say, unsure.“It’s okay.” He eyes me. “I’ll live. Are you looking more beautiful?” Then he glances at my hair. “Aw damn, you went back to that sexy haircut.”Okay, so he’s flirting. Can’t be that hurt.I lift my hand to the short