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The Way He Looked at Me   140
Congratulations, Captain. Now step down quietly, or what I know about your goalie goes public by midnight. Silence pressed through the bus like a held breath no one dared release. âAlright. That settles it. Cassian stays captain of the Silverfang until further notice.â A few nods. No argument. No hesitation. But my mind wasnât on any of it. âWhy did you do that?â I finally asked, eyes fixed on the road as I drove toward St. Josephâs Womenâs Hospital. My grip tightened on the wheel. âWas it because â âI didnât do it because I love you.â The words hit like a clean strike to the chest. Not a crack. A full collapse. Something inside me didnât just break it scattered, fine and irretrievable, like glass turned to dust. And the worst part? The way he said it so casually. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. Except I did feel it. That was the sick, unbearable part. I
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She appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her face had done something complicated surprise folding into something softer and more careful. "Theodore." Her voice was different now. Quieter. "There's someone here for you." I stood slowly. "Who?" She hesitated just a half-second, just enough and stepped aside. And my heart stopped completely. Because it wasn't Theo. It was his mother. Theo Cassian pov Dallas was eating us alive. One goal down since the first period, and we were falling apart in real time scrambling, sloppy, yelling at each other across the ice like a high school team that hadn't practiced in a month. Coach was on the sideline with his eyes practically leaving his skull. Jasper our captain, the man who was supposed to be holding this together was somewhere else entirely in his head. I wasn't much better. Because Vincent was in goal. Vincent my Vincent, though he didn't know that yet and might never was standing between the pipes while some of the most d
The Way He Looked at Me   138
He was at the stove when I came out of my room. Back turned, shoulders relaxed no tension that I could read, no storm gathering. Give it a minute, I told myself. It's coming. "Morning." He didn't look up. "Made eggs. Want some?" "Thanks." I sounded like a man who'd swallowed gravel. I cast around for the standard morning pleasantry. Eventually: "Sleep okay?" He turned. His eyes hit me open and honest and so painfully unguarded that my chest did something I didn't authorize. "Not really," he said simply. "Lot to process. And I was worried about you." "I'm fine." He didn't believe me. He smiled anyway slower than usual, eyes closing more than normal, lids a little pink and heavier than they should have been. I did that. I made him look like that. Something violent moved through me. He plated the toast with quiet precision, selected the two best eggs sunny-side up, yolk centered, whites even and slid them across the spatula onto the bread like it mattered. Like I mattered. Ha
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My mind scrambles backward. That was before I ever said anything out loud. Before I even knew what I was to myself. Theo nods once. âYeah. In his car. Right after I told him. That was the first thing out of his mouth.â His gaze sharpens on me. âHe already knew about you, Vin.â A chill crawls up my spine. âAnd itâs the only thing he ever asked of me,â Theo continues. âThe only boundary. Donât mess with you.â I shake my head slightly. âThat doesnât â âIt does,â he cuts in, voice lower now. He looks away like it hurts to hold my eyes. âBecause he knows me. Knows where I come from. Knows what Iâm capable of when things get complicated.â A pause. Then it lands. âHe thinks Iâm not good enough for you.â The words hit like something heavy and sharp at the same time. âIâll ruin it,â Theo says quietly. âIâll mess it up. Iâll hurt you.â My chest tightens as if the air just turned solid. âYou wanted to know what Nate is to me?â he asks after a beat. I donât answer. Theo exhales. â
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He'd been surviving.And then my phone lit up on the cushion beside me.A message from my brother.Nate: Don't let him tell you it's fine. It was never fine. And Dad knew. He knew the whole time."There were two versions of my dad."Theo's voice was controlled. Practiced. The voice of someone who'd learned early that feelings were a liability."I called them the Coleders. Light and dark." He didn't look at me. "Light meant he'd drunk himself into something almost bearable stumbling, laughing, harmless enough. Dark meant " He stopped. Jaw tight. "Dark meant you cleared the room."He picked at the cuticle on his thumb now, the couch seam abandoned."When it went dark, I'd hold out as long as I could for my mom. But when it got bad enough, I'd bail. Show up at your place. Nate's floor, usually. A few weeks would pass, and then my dad would notice I was gone and come drag me back." His mouth twisted. "I always went quietly. Couldn't stand the idea of him making a scene on your doorstep.
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My shoulder stiffens, forcing me to shift. The moment I do, Theoâs hand closes around my wrist lazy, instinctive his fingers catching the cluster of hair ties there.âWhatâs with stealing my hair ties?â he mutters.âTruth or lie?â I shoot back.A pause. âDo I regret choosing truth?ââDepends,â I say, too quickly. âYou might not survive it.âHis eyes flick up at me.Thatâs my mistake. Looking at him.Because now I canât lie properly anymore.I swallow. My voice drops without permission. âI take them because I like you with your hair up. It makes you look sharp. Dangerous. Like you could ruin someoneâs day just by existing.âHis jaw tightens slightly.âBut when itâs downâŚâ I exhale, shaky now, honesty slipping through cracks I didnât mean to open. âIt does something worse. I donât recover from it.ââVincent,â he warns, low.I donât stop. âAnd I keep the hair ties because when you finally kiss me really kiss me I want it like this. Your hair down. Like it is now. Iâve thought about it to
The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 16
What the fuck are those?â I blurt before I can stop myself.He doesnât look at me, gaze fixed a few inches to my left. âTheyâre pajamas, Bennett. Sleepwear. To avoid making others uncomfortable.ââHate to break it to you, bud, but those arenât pajamas. Theyâre jammies.âHe says nothing, but a tiny
Last Updated : 2026-03-19The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 15
Luca Moretti povShort story: I owe Tyler Bennett ten thousand dollars. And I hate it.Not to shame anyone, but when you insist on parading around hotel rooms in nothing but tight boxer briefs and the sluttiest, most distracting socks known to manâŚthis is the exact shit that happens.It wasnât just
Last Updated : 2026-03-19The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 13
âShow me your dick.âAnd I know whatever heâs about to do next will finish what he started.I donât say a word as I hook my thumbs into my waistband and push my boxer briefs down.Iâm painfully hard. So much it burns. I hiss, teeth clenched, when the elastic drags over the swollen head too slow, t
Last Updated : 2026-03-18The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 12
Tyler Bennett povOne of the most mortifying moments of my life happened years ago nineteen, stupid, and lying half-naked on a doctorâs table because Iâd decided, for reasons I still canât explain, to go commando on the day my groin decided to swell like a warning sign from hell.I didnât think abo
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