LOGIN“I want to go home.”
Lydia said it quietly—so quietly, that the words might have been swallowed by the air itself. The moment they slipped out, the room shifted.Ethan didn’t move.His expression didn’t twist, didn’t crumble, didn’t demand an explanation the way someone else’s might have. His reactions were quieter. Smaller. But they cut deeper.His brows pulled together just slightly, a crease that whispered more than words could. His chest rose—and then tAdrian had driven in silence before, but never like this. Not the tense kind.Not the awkward kind.But the kind that felt… full. Full of memories.Full of breaths neither of them knew how to take.Full of the kind of quiet that said more than words ever could. Elena sat in the passenger seat, hands relaxed on her lap, though he could see the faint tremor every time her fingers brushed her dress. She was pretending to be calm. He was pretending not to notice. And from the back seat— “Twinkle, twinkul… litu star…” Aria sang, horribly off-tune, adding her own invented lyrics halfway through, swaying side to side as though she were performing for a small stadium. It should have been funny.It should have eased him. But Adrian’s chest stayed tight. He kept glancing at Elena—quick, subtle, the way someone glances at the sun when they know staring too long might burn. Her lashes w
“I want to go home.”Lydia said it quietly—so quietly, that the words might have been swallowed by the air itself. The moment they slipped out, the room shifted.Ethan didn’t move.His expression didn’t twist, didn’t crumble, didn’t demand an explanation the way someone else’s might have. His reactions were quieter. Smaller. But they cut deeper.His brows pulled together just slightly, a crease that whispered more than words could. His chest rose—and then tightened—as if something inside him had been punched inward.When he finally looked at her again, his eyes weren’t cold. Not even distant.They were wounded.Not dramatically. Not angrily. Just… quietly, quietly hurt.Like her words had cut into a place he didn’t even know was exposed.Lydia felt her chest twist painfully. But she forced herself to stay still, to keep her face serious. She couldn’t smile yet. Not now. Not when the air between them was
Lydia 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
“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 Blackwood had sat through hundreds of meetings, but none had ever left him this distracted.He adjusted his cufflinks as the headteacher droned on about expansion plans and scholarship programs. He nodded at all the right places, even offered a faint smile when numbers were mentioned — but h
“Mommy, do I really have to wear the pink one?”Elena Hart looked up from the stove, spatula midair, as her daughter stood in the doorway with a pout only a five-year-old could perfect. Aria’s tiny hands tugged at the hem of her bubblegum-pink dress like it was made of thorns.“You said you liked i







