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Chapter 10
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2026-09-08 05:39:54
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Dawn came soft and gray through the windows. Maya woke to the weight of Cass’s body already half over hers, one of his thighs between her legs, his mouth moving lazily along the line of her collarbone. He wasn’t in a hurry. The city outside was still quiet enough that she could hear the low sound of his breathing and the faint rustle of sheets when he shifted closer. She kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, letting the reality of the morning settle into her bones. They had chosen. Not in a dramatic declaration or a clean promise that everything would be easy. They had chosen in the middle of sex and fear and honesty, with his body still joined to hers and the past laid out between them like something they would have to keep walking through. The choice didn’t erase the sharp edges. It just meant they were done pretending those edges weren’t part of what held them together. Cass’s hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, and settled between her thighs. He found h
Still Fucking Yours Chapter 14
Morning light moved across the bed in slow gold bars. Maya woke to the feel of Cass already inside her. Not thrusting. Just there—deep, thick, filling her completely while she was still half-asleep. His chest pressed to her back, one arm under her head, the other draped over her waist so his hand could rest between her breasts. His mouth brushed the nape of her neck in lazy, open kisses. When she stirred he made a low sound of approval and rolled his hips once, a slow grind that made her breath catch. “Morning,” he murmured against her skin. She didn’t answer with words. She pushed back against him instead, taking him deeper. Cass exhaled hard and began to move in earnest—unhurried, rolling strokes that kept him buried to the hilt on every pass. The angle from behind made everything feel fuller. His hand slid down her stomach and settled between her legs, two fingers framing the place where he stretched her open, feeling himself move in and out of her. They stayed like that
Still Fucking Yours Chapter 13
Night settled over the city like a held breath. Maya stood at the window in nothing but one of Cass’s shirts, the hem skimming the tops of her thighs, watching the lights blur into streaks of gold and white. Behind her the loft was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional distant siren that never quite reached them. She could still feel him between her legs from earlier—the deep, lingering soreness, the faint sticky reminder that he had come inside her and left it there. Her body felt used in the best way. Open. Ready again already, which should have scared her more than it did. Cass came up behind her without sound. His hands slid under the shirt, palms warm against her bare stomach, and he rested his chin on her shoulder. For a while they just stood there looking out at the same view. “You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured against her neck. “I’m not thinking at all.” “Liar.” His mouth opened against the side of her throat, slow and wet. “You’re
Still Fucking Yours Chapter 12
Maya woke before the alarm, the way she used to when something in her body already knew the day would cost her. Cass was still asleep, one arm thrown across her stomach, face turned into the pillow. In the gray early light he looked younger. The hard lines around his mouth had softened. She watched him breathe for a while and felt the old familiar fear slide under her ribs like a knife that had learned the exact angle. She had said she was still his. In a restaurant. Against a window. While he was buried inside her. This morning the words sat differently. Heavier. More permanent. She slipped out from under his arm and went to the kitchen barefoot. The coffee maker gurgled. She stood at the counter in one of his shirts and watched the dark liquid fill the pot, trying to decide whether honesty was bravery or just another way to hand him the power to wreck her. Cass appeared in the doorway when the second cup was pouring. Hair messy. Sweatpants low on his hips. He walked up beh
Still Fucking Yours Chapter 11
Maya counted them in her head the way some people count scars. She had stayed. That was the first truth she woke up to on Monday morning, Cass’s arm heavy across her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. The second truth was that staying felt more dangerous than leaving ever had. Leaving had been clean, in its way. A suitcase. A closed door. Two years of silence that at least had edges she could lean against. Staying meant waking up every day inside the thing that had already ruined her once and deciding, again, not to run. Cass kissed the hinge of her shoulder before he got up. No words. Just the press of his mouth, lingering long enough that she felt it after he walked into the bathroom. She listened to the water run and stared at the ceiling, wondering how many mornings like this it would take before the fear loosened its grip. They left for work at the same time. In the elevator he stood close enough that the back of his hand brushed hers once, deliberate.
Still Fucking Yours Chapter 10
It started with a photograph. Maya found it by accident on Sunday morning while Cass was in the shower. She had been looking for a clean T-shirt in the bottom drawer of his dresser and instead pulled out a thin envelope she didn’t recognize. Inside was a single printed photo—creased at the edges, the colors slightly faded. Them. Two years and three months ago, on the balcony of the old apartment. She was laughing at something, head tipped back, his arm around her waist from behind. His face was buried in the side of her neck. She remembered the exact second the timer had gone off. She remembered thinking, even then, that the picture looked like a lie they were both still trying to believe. She was still staring at it when the water shut off. Cass walked into the bedroom with a towel around his hips, hair wet, and stopped dead when he saw what she was holding. The silence that filled the room was immediate and toxic. Maya looked up. “You kept this.” His expression shu
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