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THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT LESSON NUMBER ONE
Chapter 52– LESSON NUMBER ONEI jerked back so fast my head hit the bookshelf behind me.“No. Absolutely not,” I snapped, voice sharper than I meant. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out. “Fake date you? Are you out of your fucking mind?”Aaron didn’t move. He stayed right there, one hand braced beside my head, eyes locked on mine with that lazy, dangerous confidence that made my stomach twist. His body heat rolled over me in waves. Too close. Way too close.“Come on, Leon,” he said, voice low and smooth. “It’s for the better. Think about it. You get protection from Sonia. No more tripping in the courtyard. No more whispers behind your back. You get seen. Actually seen. And I get my grades up so my dad doesn’t ship me off to Switzerland. Win-win.”I laughed, but it came out shaky and bitter. “Win-win? For who? You get a free tutor and a fake boyfriend to play with. I get to lie to everyone and risk everything blowing up in my face.”Aaron’s gaze dropped to my mouth for
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT Fake Date Me
Chapter 51– FAKE DATE MEAaron’s finger lingered under Leon’s chin for a moment longer, tilting his face up so their eyes stayed locked in the narrow space between the bookshelves. The library felt impossibly quiet around them, the distant rustle of pages and soft murmurs from other students fading into background noise. Leon’s back pressed against the cool wood, heart hammering so hard he was sure Aaron could feel it through the thin hockey jersey.“I think there’s something you still want,” Aaron whispered, voice rough and dangerously intimate. “Or rather… still *someone*.”Leon swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat crawling up his neck. He slapped Aaron’s hand away again, but there was less force this time. “You don’t know anything about what I want.”Aaron didn’t back off. Instead, he braced both hands on the shelf on either side of Leon’s head, caging him in completely. His tall frame blocked out most of the light from the overhead fixtures, casting shadows across Leon’s flus
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT QUID PRO QUO
Chapter 50– QUID PRO QUOLeon’s heart hammered against his ribs as Aaron’s arm stayed wrapped possessively around his waist in front of Damian and the group of girls. The weight of their stares burned into him like hot needles. He could feel the whispers starting already — curious, shocked, and hungry for gossip. The quiet library suddenly felt far too public, far too exposed.He turned his head slightly toward Aaron and whispered sharply, voice barely audible over the soft rustle of pages and distant keyboard clicks, “What the hell are you doing? Do you want to ruin my chances with Damian?”Aaron’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Leon’s ear as he whispered back, low and mocking, “So you *are* still interested in Damian.”The words hit Leon like ice water. Something inside him snapped — a mix of irritation, humiliation, and exhaustion from the entire day. He rolled his eyes, the anger flaring hot through the embarrassment. Without thi
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT PUBLIC DISPLAY
Chapter 49 – Public DisplayAaron pulled into the parking lot of the large public library a few blocks from school. The building glowed softly under the early evening lights, its tall glass windows revealing rows of students still studying inside. Leon shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, the oversized hockey jersey still swallowing his frame and the bandages on his knees pulling with every small movement.“I need to pick up something,” Aaron said casually, turning off the engine. “Won’t take long.”Leon frowned. “Can’t you just drop me off first?”Aaron gave him a look that left no room for argument. “You’re coming with me. End of discussion.”Leon wanted to protest, but his body felt too heavy, the low fever making his thoughts sluggish. He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. Aaron came around to help him out again, one strong arm wrapping around his waist for support as they walked toward the entrance. Leon limped beside him, painfully aware of how ridiculous he looked — ban
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT LINGERING HEAT
Chapter 48 – Lingering HeatThe student nurse, Ms. Rivera, finished securing the last bandage around Leon’s left knee and stepped back, peeling off her gloves with a snap. She glanced between the two boys — Leon sitting on the examination bed in nothing but Aaron’s oversized hockey jersey and his underwear, and Aaron leaning against the wall, shirtless, his muscular torso still glistening faintly with dried sweat from practice. The singlet he’d been wearing underneath his jersey earlier was nowhere in sight; he had stripped it off along with the jersey when helping Leon.Ms. Rivera cleared her throat, her expression turning stern. “Mr. Blake, while I appreciate you helping your… friend, dressing like this in the infirmary is highly inappropriate. This is a school medical facility, not your personal locker room. Please put a shirt on or I’ll have to ask you to wait outside.” yhAaron raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. He grabbed his discarded singlet from the chair where he’d tossed i
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT TENDER WOUNDS
Chapter 47 – Tender Wounds They were walking slowly across the nearly empty school grounds toward the parking lot. Aaron kept one arm wrapped firmly around Leon’s waist, supporting most of his weight while Leon limped beside him. The oversized hockey jersey hung off Leon’s frame like a dress, the hem brushing against his bandaged knees with every careful step. Blake’s name stretched across his back in bold letters, marking him clearly.The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the courtyard. A few remaining students stared openly as they passed. Whispers followed them like smoke.“Is that… Leon? In Aaron’s jersey?”“No way. What the hell happened?”Leon kept his head down, cheeks burning with humiliation. Every limping step sent fresh stings through his knees, but the warmth of Aaron’s body pressed against his side was far more distracting. The jersey smelled like him — sweat, cologne, and the faint chill of the ice rink. It was suffocating. Intimate.“You don’t have to do this
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