MasukEventually, the night started winding down. The music was turned down low, the leftover cake was packed away in the fridge, and the endless piles of wrapping paper were shoved into trash bags. We were all completely exhausted but still riding the high of how perfect the day had been.Zion and I finally said our goodbyes to Xalia and Tovar. Xalia hugged me tightly, whispering one last reminder about Monday into my ear, before Zion led me out to his car.The drive back to my house was quiet, but it was a comfortable kind of quiet. Zion held my hand the entire way, his thumb gently tracing circles over the back of my knuckles. Every time I looked over at him, I felt that familiar, heavy tug of guilt in my chest, but I forced myself to push it down. I didn't want to ruin the end of such a great day.When he pulled up to my driveway, he turned off the engine and turned in his seat to face me. The streetlights cast soft shadows across his face, making him look incredibly handsome."I had a
The rest of the week passed in a complete blur of classes, quiet car rides with Zion, and a desperate effort on my part to keep my mind off Noah. Soon enough, Friday finally arrived, bringing a massive wave of excitement that completely wiped away the lingering gloom of the past few days. It was Xalia’s 19th birthday! Zion and I had spent the entire week secretly planning the perfect birthday surprise for her, and the awaited day was finally here. We had even recruited Tovar to help us pull everything off seamlessly. The second the final bell rang after school, we all converged on Xalia's house to set the plan into motion. Zion and I walked through her front door carrying a gorgeous, custom-designed birthday cake along with a beautifully wrapped personal gift we had picked out together. We thought we had done pretty well, but Tovar completely outdid everyone in the room. When it was time for him to present his gifts, my jaw practically hit the floor. He hadn't just bought h
There was a brief, agonizing pause, and my stomach twisted into a violent knot. I didn't have to see them to know what was happening. The quiet, lingering silence in the hallway told me everything. They were kissing. The thought of Noah—the guy who had just held my wrist with such raw, hidden intensity minutes ago—pressing his lips to hers made a hot wave of pure, toxic jealousy burn through my veins. It was sickening, and what made it worse was the heavy realization that she was the one pulling these gentle strings out of the ice king.A moment later, the sound of their footsteps approached the dining room. I quickly looked down at my textbook, pretending to be completely absorbed in a paragraph of Spanish text I couldn't actually read."Oh, hey Khi!" Peach’s bright voice cut through my thoughts as she walked into the room, leaning lightly against Noah’s side.Khi.I choked back a grimace, keeping my expression as flat and neutral as possible as I looked up. Urgh. She seriously nee
The Spanish lesson went on for about thirty minutes, but my mind wasn’t here at all. Noah’s voice washed over me as he read through the vocabulary, but I wasn't processing a single syllable. My eyes kept drifting back to his face, tracking the dark bruise on his lower lip and the faint outline of the cut I had just cleaned. I was completely trapped in my own head, thinking, replaying the last ten minutes over and over. I still couldn’t believe Noah, of all people, could actually apologize. The boy who wore cruelty like a badge of honor had just looked me in the eye and confessed his regrets. It felt like the ground beneath my feet was shifting."Earth to Khione."Noah's sharp voice snapped me right out of my trance. He was tapping his pen against the wooden table, his blue eyes fixed on me with a familiar, impatient look."Sorry," I muttered quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks as I frantically looked down at my notebook, trying to find where we were on the page.He let out a short b
I couldn't have heard him right. In the entire ten years I had known Noah Wystan Graves, a genuine apology had never once crossed his lips. He was the guy who would rather watch the world burn than admit he was wrong. He was the boy who took pride in his sharp edges, using them to cut anyone who dared to get too close. Yet here he was, bleeding from a punch my boyfriend gave him, looking directly into my eyes and saying the one word I thought he didn't even know how to pronounce."I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice dropping even lower, laced with a raw honesty that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. His fingers slid slightly down my wrist, his thumb brushing against my pulse point. "For what I said yesterday. I was... out of line, Khione."My brain struggled to process the shift, my eyes darting between his piercing gaze and the stark red stain on the gauze. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died in my throat.Noah let out a slow, ragged breath, his chest rising a
I stepped out of the car, and the door clicked shut behind me. Xalia gave me one last encouraging nod before pressing her foot on the gas, her car driving off down the street and leaving me standing entirely exposed on the curb.I swallowed a huge lump of spit, my throat dry as sand as I stared at the front door. Taking a deep, ragged breath, I walked up the porch steps, my feet feeling incredibly heavy. I raised my hand and knocked firmly on the door.Silence.I waited for a few agonizing seconds, my heart hammering against my ribs, before I knocked a second time, louder this time. Still, nothing happened. By the third time my knuckles struck the wood, a frustrating wave of heat rushed up my neck. I knew he was in there. I was entirely convinced he was doing this on purpose, intentionally leaving me out on the porch to sweat and humiliate me just a little bit more after yesterday's disaster.Just as I raised my hand to bang on the door again, it swung open with a sharp click.Noah s







