LOGINCHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR: THE BREAKINGThe fight started over something small.Elena came home late again and Kyle was waiting in the kitchen. His arms were crossed. His face was tight.“Where the hell have you been?” he asked.Elena set her bag down. “Out.”“Out where? You’re always out now. You come home smelling like someone else’s soap. You barely talk to me. You don’t even pretend to want me anymore.”She looked at him. For the first time in weeks she did not feel the need to soften her voice. “Maybe I got tired of pretending.”Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means I’m done being the only one who tries.”He stepped closer. “Are you cheating on me?”The question hung in the air. Elena’s heart beat hard, but her face stayed calm. She thought of Cole’s hands. Cole’s voice. The way he looked at her like she was something worth keeping.“Would it matter?” she asked.Kyle’s face went red. “You’re my girlfriend. Of course it matters.”“You’ve been cheating on me for
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE : BAD HABITSThree days later, Elena was back at Cole’s apartment.She told Kyle she was going to the gym. She even put on workout clothes. Then she drove straight to Cole’s place instead.Cole opened the door like he had been waiting. He did not ask questions. He just pulled her inside, shut the door, and kissed her hard against the wall.They did not make it to the bedroom at first. Cole turned her around, pulled her leggings down to her thighs, and bent her over the arm of the couch. He pushed inside her in one deep thrust. Elena gasped and grabbed the cushion.“Quiet,” he said, voice rough. “The neighbors.”She bit her lip and tried. But every hard stroke pulled small sounds out of her anyway. Cole’s hand wrapped around her hip. The other one slid into her hair and held on. He fucked her hard and slowly. Like he had all the time in the world and still could not get enough.When she came, her legs shook. Cole followed soon after, buried deep, breathing hard agai
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: THE FIRST NIGHTElena could not sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his thumb on her jaw again.After a long time she sat up. The apartment was quiet. She stood, pulled the gray sweater back on over her tank top, and opened the door.The living room lamp was still on. Cole sat on the couch with a book open on his leg. He looked up when she stepped into the room.“Can’t sleep?” he asked.“No.”Elena walked closer. Her bare feet were quiet on the floor. She stopped a few steps away from him.“I keep thinking about those messages,” she said. “And about how long I just… stayed. Like a fool.”Cole closed the book and set it aside. “You’re not a fool.”She gave a small, tired smile. “It feels like it.”He watched her for a moment. Then he spoke in that same low, steady voice. “Come here.”Elena’s heart jumped. She moved closer until she stood between his knees. Cole looked up at her. His eyes were dark in the soft light.“What do you want? ” he said. “Tell me
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: FUVKING CHEATElena sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her phone. The clock said 11:47 p.m. Kyle said he would be home by ten. He said he was just having a quick drink with the guys from work.She had cooked dinner, but the food was cold now. She was cleaning the countertop when her phone lit up. A message from Kyle.Kyle: Still out baby. Don’t wait up.Elena’s chest felt tight. Then she opened their shared photo album by accident and saw a picture from last month, they looked happy in it. She closed it with a sigh.Then she saw the notification she had ignored earlier. It was from a number she did not know. The message had been sent to Kyle’s phone, but somehow it showed up on the family plan alert.Unknown number: Last night was fun. You still smell like meElena’s hands went cold. She read the message three times. Then she opened Kyle’s chat history on the cloud. She knew his password, he never changed it.There were more messages, photos, one even showed
CHAPTER SIXTY: MARCUS'S POV Marcus watched Elena’s face after he said the words.“I love you, Elena.”The room fell very quiet. He could hear the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.Elena stared at him. Her lips were slightly open. Her eyes were wide. She did not speak.Marcus did not look away. He had said it. He could not take it back now. He did not want to take it back.Seconds passed. They felt long.Finally Elena blinked. She pulled her feet off his lap and sat up straighter on the couch. She looked down at her hands for a moment. Then she looked back at him.“You love me?” she asked. Her voice was quiet.“Yes.”“How long?”Marcus thought about the honest answer. “I think I started falling at the wedding three years ago. I tried to stop. I told myself it was just an attraction. But it never went away. Being here with you these last two days made it clear. It’s not just wanting you. I love you.”Elena let out a slow breath. She st
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: I LOVE YOUELENA'S POV Elena woke up slowly the next morning.Marcus was still in bed with her. His arm was around her waist. His face was close to hers on the pillow. He looked peaceful when he slept. Younger. Softer.She watched him for a while. Last night felt different. Not just because there was no condom. It felt deeper. Like they had crossed a line they could not go back from.Marcus opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw her looking at him.“Morning,” he said, voice rough from sleep.“Morning.”He pulled her closer and kissed her. It was slow and soft. No rush. Just warmth.“How do you feel?” he asked.“Good. A little sore. But good.”“Sorry about the sore part.”Elena shook her head. “Don’t be. I liked it. A lot.”They stayed in bed a bit longer. Just holding each other. Talking about small things. What they needed to do that day. How the rain had finally stopped. It felt easy again.After a while they got up. Elena made coffee. Marcus made toast and eggs
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