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Chapter 25

Author: Soter Precious
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-16 23:56:43

Blaze

“Max, what the hell are you doing here?” I stare at him, squatted in front of my door, a golden cup beside him with fucking flowers. Flowers?

He looks up, wide-eyed, his trembling hands trailing along my body. “What happened to you?”

I ignore him, the throbbing pain in my side making it hard to breathe, and unlock my door. “How long have you been sitting here?”

“Since this morning… I was worried.” His voice is small, and for some reason, that annoys me. I don’t need anyone worrying about me.

I step inside, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, down it in a single gulp, and sink into the chair like my body’s made of bricks. My ribs scream in protest.

Max stands awkwardly at the door, eyes glued to me. “I… I won the race.”

I glance at him, trying to ignore the way my chest tightens. “Congrats.” My voice is flat, because I know where this is going.

He takes a few steps closer, like he’s afraid I might bite. “So… what about my confession?”

Shit. I completely forgot. I promised him
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