INICIAR SESIÓNAdrian had barely stepped through the front door when the warmth of home rushed up to meet him—soft light, the faint aroma of tomato stew simmering somewhere in the house, and the lingering echo of childlike humming. He exhaled, shoulders easing in a way they never did at the office.
He still had that smile on his face.The one he’d failed—absolutely failed—to get rid of all day.The one that kept returning every time his mind whispered the memory of Elena’s lips againstLydia wasn’t sure if she was breathing or just pretending to. Her face was buried in her pillow—half hiding, half suffocating herself—as her brain replayed the kiss she had absolutely, completely, stupidly participated in last night.And by replayed, she meant full HD. Surround sound. Director’s cut.His hands on her waist.The warmth of his breath brushing her lips.The way he looked down at her like she was something he couldn’t stop himself from wanting.Lydia groaned and rolled over onto her back, pressing her palms over her face.“I actually kissed Ethan,” she whispered, choking on air. “Oh my God.”Her feet kicked helplessly against the edge of the mattress. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream, hide, or sprint straight into his room and kiss him again.She sat up, pushed her messy hair back from her face, and began pacing her room like a malfunctioning robot. Every two steps, another piece of last nigh
The moment hung suspended in the living room—quiet, tense, and far too charged for Adrian’s already exhausted brain.Elena stood there first, her eyes rising slowly from Aria to him. One eyebrow lifted—just one—but it was enough to make every muscle in Adrian’s body stiffen like he had been caught sneaking out past curfew.Aria, meanwhile, looked delighted.Absolutely, triumphantly delighted.Like she had just delivered a prophecy from the heavens.Adrian could feel his sanity slipping through his fingers.Before he could attempt recovery, Elena asked—soft voice, calm face, curious expression—“Help me with what, Adrian?”He was finished.Absolutely done.Adrian opened his mouth. Air came out. A sound followed it—something between a cough, a choke, and a plea for divine intervention.Aria nodded once, very satisfied with herself, and patted Adrian’s leg like you’re welcome, daddy befor
Adrian had barely stepped through the front door when the warmth of home rushed up to meet him—soft light, the faint aroma of tomato stew simmering somewhere in the house, and the lingering echo of childlike humming. He exhaled, shoulders easing in a way they never did at the office.He still had that smile on his face.The one he’d failed—absolutely failed—to get rid of all day.The one that kept returning every time his mind whispered the memory of Elena’s lips against his, or the way she’d breathed that soft, trembling confession into his chest.He had no idea how he was still alive.He didn’t even get a chance to take off his shoes before he heard them—tiny, rapid footsteps scrambling across the wooden floor. They were panicked in rhythm but excited in volume, like someone racing to a finish line she wasn’t sure she wanted to win.Adrian barely braced himself when Aria shot around the corner.Her hair was sticking up on o
The moment Adrian stepped into the building, the atmosphere shifted.People paused mid-step. Heads poked out from cubicles. Someone even gasped softly.Because their boss—famously calm, serious, and permanently straight-faced Adrian Blackwood—was smiling.Not a polite, corporate smile.A real one. Genuine. Deep. Warm. The kind of smile that softened his entire face and made him look years younger.He felt it too. Felt the muscles in his cheeks relax into it no matter how hard he tried to hold them still. He tried keeping his expression neutral, but his mouth betrayed him the second anyone met his eyes.And he absolutely, truly hated how obvious this was.But also… not really.“Good morning, sir,” one staff member said timidly.“Morning,” he replied, smiling so much the poor guy blinked like he was hallucinating.Adrian walked straight to his office, ignoring the whispers behind him. The moment
The silence didn’t feel empty.It felt charged—alive—stretching between Ethan and Lydia like a fragile thread that either one of them could snap with a single wrong move.His thumb brushed her cheek, barely there, the softest tremor of contact, but Lydia didn’t flinch or pull back. She stayed still—too still—like even breathing too loudly might ruin whatever this moment was. His unfinished sentence… the one he choked on… hung between them in the warm, quiet air.“Ethan…” she whispered, her voice almost a breath.He exhaled shakily.Did I really just say that out loud?What am I doing?What happens if I say more? And what happens if I don’t?The thoughts collided inside his head, buzzing, overlapping, overwhelming. His chest felt tight and open all at once, like something raw and unfamiliar was expanding inside him.Lydia didn’t move away.She didn’t question him.She didn’t push.Instead, her han
The hallway felt impossibly narrow, each wall pressing in like it had a pulse of its own. The silence wasn’t empty—it was heavy, vibrating with a tension that made Lydia’s chest tighten.She stood there, small, hesitant, almost fragile, the faintest tremor in her hands betraying the steadiness she tried to project. A few steps away, Ethan leaned against the wall, his jaw tight, a knot coiling relentlessly in his stomach. Fear and desire tangled in his chest, twisting, clawing.Her voice, barely more than a breath, hovering between them:“Then say it.”The words landed in his chest like a hand gripping his heart. He exhaled, uneven and shakily, nothing existed but the space between them.Ethan wasn’t used to this. He was used to control, to hiding pieces of himself carefully, like fragile glass. But now… this—this raw vulnerability—pulled him forward and pinned him at once. His pulse thudded painfully against his ribs, a drumbeat of panic and l
“Mhmm…no…daddy, don’t go…”The words slip out in a whisper, barely louder than the hum of the ceiling fan. Adrian jolts awake. His hand, immediately patting her back. Aria, stills as her small fingers curl in her sleep. Her lashes flutter, and a soft sound escapes her throat — something between a s
Adrian hadn’t planned to think about her again.But three days later, he was still distracted — his morning coffee growing cold beside a pile of untouched paperwork.He leaned back in his leather chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. The skyline stretched before him in its usual order: steady, sl
Adrian stared at the skyline through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of his office, the city glinting beneath a pale afternoon sun. Cars glided along the streets below, distant and insignificant, yet his mind wasn’t on the deals stacked on his desk or the proposal waiting for his approval.He wa
“Mommy, is he really coming today?”Aria’s voice came out bright and excited as she munched on a piece of toast, crumbs dusting her lips. Her feet swung beneath the kitchen stool, tapping the rung with happy impatience.Elena poured coffee into her chipped white mug, trying to keep her voice stead







