FAZER LOGINNate’s POV She said she was in and something in my chest finally loosened. We stood in her kitchen for a long time after that, foreheads touching, her fists still curled in my jacket like she needed the anchor. I could feel the residual fear in the way she held on. I could also feel the decision underneath it. Sophie didn’t say things she didn’t mean. When she told me she was in, messy and scared and all of it, I believed her. Eventually I kissed her again, slower this time. She melted into it with a soft sound that I felt in my gut. We ended up on the couch somehow, her in my lap, my hands under the back of her shirt just to feel her skin. Nothing about it was frantic. It felt like confirmation. Like both of us finally putting our feet on the ground after weeks of unstable air. Later we went to bed without discussing it. She curled into my side like the space had always belonged to her. I lay awake for a while listening to her breathe and letting the reality of it settle. Years o
Sophie’s POV The days after felt like learning how to breathe in a room that had changed shape. Nate stayed over two more nights in a row. We didn’t talk about it like it was a decision. He just didn’t leave, and I didn’t ask him to. We cooked badly in my kitchen. We watched half a movie before ending up horizontal on the couch. We had sex that still felt new and slightly unbelievable, like my body was catching up to a truth my mind was still circling. In between all of that we tried to act like the ground under us hadn’t permanently shifted. It had. I felt it every time he looked at me across a room. Every time his hand settled on my lower back when we were standing close. Every time I woke up with his arm heavy across my waist and the quiet, terrifying thought that I didn’t want him to move it. Maya did not disappear cleanly. Two days after Nate ended things she texted him again. I know because I was lying against his chest when his phone lit up on the nightstand and her name
Nate’s POV I stayed the night. Sophie fell asleep against my chest with one leg hooked over mine and her breathing slowly evening out. I lay awake longer than she did, staring at the dark ceiling of her bedroom and cataloguing every place her body touched mine. The weight of her head. The warmth of her skin. The faint scent of her shampoo mixed with sex and sweat. Years of wanting this exact thing made the reality of it feel almost unreal. At some point I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew early light was filtering through her curtains and she was shifting against me. I felt the moment she fully woke up. Her body tensed for half a second before she carefully lifted her head to look at me. “Morning,” I said. My voice came out rough. “Morning.” Neither of us moved right away. The sheet was tangled around our hips. Her bare chest pressed against mine with every breath. The evidence of what we had done last night was still there between us, dried on her thighs and
Sophie’s POV The door closed behind him and the apartment felt too quiet. I stood in the middle of the living room with my arms still crossed and tried to steady my breathing. He had been close enough that I could smell his cologne. Close enough that if either of us had moved even slightly the careful distance we were keeping would have collapsed. I had looked at his mouth. I knew he had seen me do it. I dragged both hands through my hair and let out a shaky breath. This was getting out of control. The jealousy. The way my body reacted when he sat too close. The fact that I had admitted out loud that I hated seeing Maya in his space. Every clean boundary I had ever drawn around him was fraying and I didn’t know how to stop it. My phone buzzed on the counter. Made it home. You okay? I stared at the message. The smart thing would have been to say yes and put the phone down and go to bed. Instead I typed before I could talk myself out of it. Can you come back? The reply
Nate’s POV I saw her message land while Maya was still in my kitchen. I know. Two words. That was all. I stared at them longer than I should have while the sound of Maya pouring water into a glass filled the quiet apartment. Something about the way Sophie had answered felt heavier than the words themselves. She had been off for days. Pulling away and then showing up at Miller’s only to sit beside me like her body was braced for impact. I had asked her straight out if the other night bothered her and she had lied to my face with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I locked the phone and set it down. Maya came back to the couch and tucked her legs under herself. She was easy to be around. Low pressure. She didn’t ask for much and she didn’t dig into places I didn’t want to open. Most nights that was enough. Tonight her presence felt like a weight I had invited in and didn’t know how to carry properly. “You’re distracted,” she said. Not accusing. Just noticing. “Sorry. Long week.”
Sophie’s POV Saturday came whether I wanted it to or not. I spent most of the morning cleaning my apartment for no good reason, moving the same pile of mail from one surface to another and reorganizing a cabinet that did not need it. Every time my phone lit up I felt a stupid spike of tension. Most of the messages were nothing. Work. A friend asking about plans. One from my mother. Nothing from Nate. I told myself that was fine. He was busy. He had company. Maya had confirmed for Saturday and I had told him to have fun like it didn’t scrape anything raw inside me. By late afternoon the restlessness got bad enough that I left the apartment. I walked without a real destination, headphones in, music loud enough to crowd out my own thoughts. It only half worked. My brain kept supplying images I hadn’t asked for. Her shoes by his door again. His smile aimed at someone else. The easy way she had touched him. I ended up near the park we used to haunt in high school, the one with the cro
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li







