LOGINTwenty-one-year-old Hazel has always lived in a safe, comfortable bubble, meticulously guarded by her fiercely protective older brother. Her life is predictable, quiet, and perfectly ordinary. Until he steps into it. Silas is twenty-four, dangerously captivating, and her brother’s best friend. He brings with him an aura of dark secrets, ink-stained skin, and a predatory gaze that strips away all her carefully built defenses. He is everything she has been taught to avoid, yet living under the same roof makes him impossible to escape. What starts as a temporary living arrangement quickly spirals into a suffocating web of stolen glances, unspoken desires, and a dangerous obsession. Silas isn't just looking for a place to crash; he's looking at her. And once he pins her in his sights, the thorns of their forbidden attraction will bind them together in ways that could destroy them both. In a house where walls have ears and her brother is always watching, giving in to the madness is a risk. But Silas is a temptation she might not survive.
View MoreHazelMaya lasted about four minutes before the crowd swallowed her whole.One second she was beside me heading toward the drinks table and the next she had been pulled sideways by someone who called her name and that was it. She went without looking back. I watched her disappear into the room and thought about the very specific promise she had made at the door.Stay together. First rule.That had lasted less time than it took to get here.I found the drinks table on my own. Someone had set it up along the far wall — bottles, cups, a row of things I was not going to touch. I stood at the end of it and looked over what was there and asked the guy behind it for a lemonade. He poured it into a cup and handed it across.One of us needed to stay reasonable tonight. Knowing Maya, she was already somewhere in the back half of the house with something fizzy in her hand working her way toward a version of herself that would need water and a long sit-down by midnight. I shook my head and almos
HazelMaya was at the door in under twenty minutes. I had barely finished getting out of the shower."You were serious," I said, stepping back to let her in."I'm always serious about weekends." She walked straight past me toward the stairs. "Come on, where's your room?"I followed her up. She went directly to the wardrobe and pulled both doors open and stood there with her hands on her hips."Hazel.""What?""Girl." She turned to look at me. "You don't have a single reasonable going-out outfit in here.""That hurts.""It's the truth." She was already going through it, pushing things along the rail. "This is a collection of cardigans and flat shoes. This is a study wardrobe. Where do you keep the actual clothes?""Those are my actual clothes.""Right." She dropped her bag on the bed and unzipped it. "Good thing I came prepared." She pulled out a folded outfit and held it up. "This is yours for tonight. No arguments."I looked at it. "That's quite short.""It's a party, not a library.
HazelSaturday arrived without warning and all at once. I woke up to the wrong side of nine, which I had not done in weeks, and lay there for a full minute before my brain caught up with the fact that there was nowhere I had to be.No alarm. No bus. No corridor scanning.I stretched out and stared at the ceiling and thought about the week that had just passed. Honestly, it had been fine. More than fine. The kind of fine I had stopped expecting. No Tiffany Crawford appearing around corners with her group trailing behind her. No cousin either. Both of them had gone completely quiet and I had no idea where they were and I was choosing not to care. If they had dropped off the face of the earth entirely that would have been ideal.The principal's resignation had changed something in the school I had not fully expected. Not dramatically. Nothing anyone could point to directly. But the specific tension that had been sitting in certain corridors, that feeling of being in a building where som
HazelThe bell went and the classroom emptied fast. One second everyone was in their seats and the next bags were being zipped and chairs pushed back and the whole room was moving at once. I took my time. No particular reason to rush. No one was waiting for me at the gate and I had no bus to catch.I had just stepped out into the corridor when Maya appeared from the direction of the staircase. Her class had finished earlier — she had a free period last and usually sat in the library but apparently today was different."Survived it?" she asked."Barely," I said.Claire was a step behind her. Bag on both shoulders, glasses slid slightly down her nose. She pushed them back up when she caught me looking. The three of us fell into step heading for the main exit.Something about it was easier than I expected. Walking out of a building with people on either side who were not watching you for something to use later. Maya was talking about her morning — some argument with a classmate over a g
The room was dark. My laptop screen was black. The only light came from the street. It made long, thin shadows on my floor.The house was very quiet. Maya was next to me in bed. She was a heater. She was breathing slow. We had eaten too many chips. We had talked too much. We were both dead to the w
Hazel's POVMaya ran out the front door. I heard the heavy wood click shut. I heard her car engine start. The loud noise filled the quiet street. Then, the car drove away. The sound faded into nothing. She was gone. I stood in the hallway for a long time. I did not move. The house felt different ri
Teasing Hazel was fun. Damn, she looked sexy in her pajamas. She was clueless about how hot she made me. I saw her blush when I went behind her in the kitchen. Her smell was heavenly, like fresh flowers mixed with something sweet that got me hard right away. But I couldn't help it. She was driving
The movie on my laptop screen was a bright, colorful rom-com, but I was having a hard time following the plot.Maya was sitting cross-legged on my bed, her fingers perpetually in a bag of salt-and-vinegar chips, laughing at the onscreen antics of a woman who couldn't choose between two equally hand






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