Masuk“I am going to hop in the shower,” I murmured, still feeling the faint ache in my bones from yesterday. I stayed under the hot spray for a long as possible, trying to wash away the lingering fog of the tequila and the sharp, piercing guilt that felt like a permanent weight in my chest. When I stepped out, I grabbed one of Zion’s oversized t-shirt from his drawer, the fabric smelling comfortingly of him.Zion was dressed by the time I finished, and together we headed out of his room for breakfast. As we stepped into the hallway, a rich, savory aroma hit me instantly.“Hmmm, what smells so good?” I asked, my stomach letting an expectant growl. It’s probably Mrs. Graves cooking.We made our way downstairs, but as I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I froze. It wasn’t Mrs. Graves standing by the stove. It was the blonde girl had seen Noah with.Up close, I finally caught her full face. Her features strikingly similar to mine—the same jawline and high cheekbones—but she was arguably pre
Zion didn’t hesitate anymore. His hands moved with a rough, primal urgency as he stripped me bare, tossing my bra and panties to the floor without taking his eyes off me. He crawled between my thighs, spreading my legs wide and looking up at me with dark, predatory hunger.“This is going to hurt a little, love,” he rasped, his voice sounding like gravel. Then, he shoved himself in me.I let out a guttural moan as a sharp, tearing ripped through my center, making my head screech. I gripped the headboard, my back arching off the bed as the air left my lungs. Zion paused for a heartbeat, letting me take the weight of him as he sank all the way in. I lifted my head, panting, and saw a smear of blooding staining his dick. The reality hit me harder than the tequila—Zion was officially my first.As the initial sting began to melt into a heavy, throbbing heat, he started to move. His thrust grew faster and harder, and the pain quickly buried under the wave of friction that made me grasp. Fu
I splashed some cool water on my face, staring at my own reflection. I looked like a girl who had everything under control, but inside I was falling apart. I was just catching my breath when a sharp knock sounded on the door. I opened it and Xalia was standing there, her expression shifting from party mode, to genuine concern.“Khi, you okay?” She asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.“Yeah, I am,” I snapped, a little too quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”She didn’t buy it for a second. “You sure?”I let out a long sigh. “No, I am not,” I admitted, leaning against the sink. “Zion keeps talking about the Harvard dream—us going to Harvard together—when I am basically going to San Bernardino Valley College. It’s right here. Graduation is like what, a month? Then we move to college. What then? He finds out I lied and then I lose him?”Xalia reached out, squeezing my shoulder. “You know you could tell Zion. He won’t take it that way. The same way you told him about you kissin
It was Saturday—finally, a day away from school. I didn’t just sleep in; I practically hibernated, finally waking up around 12pm. My body felt heavy with a week worth of exhaustion, the kind that sleep alone couldn’t fix.I spent the afternoon in a slow blur. I showered, pulled my hair in a messy pony tail, and curled up to the couch to lose myself in some Netflix. Time had a way of moving fast when you ignoring it. Before I knew it, the sun was dipping low and Tovar’s party was approaching. He said it was just a “small crowd” the usual crowd, so I wasn’t expecting anything crazy. No need to dress so high and mighty.I kept it simple. I picked out a short floral gown that was light and airy, did a bit of natural makeup, and called it a day. It was cute, comfy, and most importantly—easy.A familiar honk sounded from the driveway. I grabbed my purse and headed out. There was Zion, leaning against his car effortless in a casual shirt and jeans. And of course, in his hand was yet another
The evening of Friday came so quickly. School ended fast, mostly because it was a half-day, which was the only good thing about my week. But now, the double date was only two hours away. Mom was already at work for her usual shift, leaving the house quiet and empty.I sighed and looked at my phone. A text from Xalia popped up: “God, you don’t know how long I have been waiting for this! Look pretty tonight, okay? I want us to look so good that people trip over their own feet watching us.” She followed it up with something a bit nasty and suggestive about me and Zion, but I didn't reply. I wasn't in the mood for her jokes.I headed into the shower to wash away the stress of the week. Once I was out, I walked over to the chair where the shopping bags sat. I hadn’t removed them from there since yesterday.I pulled out the outfit Zion said his mom had picked for me.It was stunning. The look was a bold, deep red that felt sleek and edgy. It had a structured strapless corset top that hugged
Zion started driving, but I realized we weren't heading toward my house. We were heading toward the Graves' estate."Wait, where are we going?" I asked, looking at the familiar turns.Zion glanced at me with a soft smile. "My house. You have your Spanish lesson with Noah, have you forgotten?"The mention of the lesson made the static in my head flare up instantly. After the fight and the phone call during dinner, the last thing I wanted to do was sit in a room alone with Noah and pretend to study verbs."Yeah... I’m not sure I want to do that today," I said, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window. "I think I’ll just go home. I'm really tired."Zion’s expression softened, and he reached over to squeeze my hand. "I get it. He can be a lot. But at least let’s stop by my house first. I told you yesterday that my mom had some more outfits to give you. She’s been excited about it since.”I sighed."Then from there, I will drop you home, I promise," Zion added, his voice persua







