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Penulis: 🌙✨ InkAfterMidnight
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-02 09:31:12

I lay there for hours, staring into nothing, replaying everything like a curse I couldn’t shut off. Even now, at breakfast, the echo of last night still burns on my lips. Tingling. Persistent. Unfair.

Coffee. Fruit. Silence.

And still my body hasn’t gotten the message.

Across from me sits Theo.

Not eating. Not speaking. Not even doing his usual restless nonsense no chair rocking, no shoulder rolls, no amused little distractions he usually hides behind.<

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   143

    I lay there for hours, staring into nothing, replaying everything like a curse I couldn’t shut off. Even now, at breakfast, the echo of last night still burns on my lips. Tingling. Persistent. Unfair.Coffee. Fruit. Silence.And still my body hasn’t gotten the message.Across from me sits Theo.Not eating. Not speaking. Not even doing his usual restless nonsense no chair rocking, no shoulder rolls, no amused little distractions he usually hides behind.Just… watching.Like I’m the only thing in the room worth looking at.Elbow on the table. Chin resting on his hand. Completely still.Then I glance up.And he smiles.Slow.Intentional.His teeth drag lightly over his bottom lip unhurried, almost absentminded but it lands like a strike anyway. A quiet, deliberate provocation.His eyes don’t look away.Not once.Lockie keeps flicking between us like he

  • The Way He Looked at Me   142

    He closes the distance in a few steps, but it feels like time breaks apart while he does it. Like the hallway stretches just to trap me inside this moment.When he’s close enough to touch, he turns slightly away.And lifts a hand.Slowly.Like he’s remembering something.He reaches behind his head.Ties his hair.Except he doesn’t put it in.He pulls the band free instead.Black. Simple. Familiar.Then he looks back at me.And offers it.Just like that.My brain short-circuits.I take it without thinking. Fingers numb. Heart hammering so hard I swear it’s audible.“What… is this?” I manage.Theo doesn’t answer right away.Instead, he steps closer again.Takes my wrist.And slides the hair tie onto it.Deliberate.Careful.Like he’s placing something that belongs there.M

  • The Way He Looked at Me   141

    That look.The kind that came from somewhere below language. "Walking you to your room."I turned and started down the hallway before my face could do something I'd regret.This hotel was one of my favorites black and white checkered floors, low dramatic lighting, the kind of moody elegance that felt borrowed from a different era. The corridor was wide enough for three people shoulder to shoulder.With Theo directly behind me, it felt like a corridor built for one.I found my room number, stopped, and reached back for my bag.He didn't hand it over immediately.I turned around.He was closer than I'd registered close enough that I had to tilt my chin slightly to meet his eyes. He was looking at me with that expression he'd been wearing all evening the one I couldn't parse, the one that lived in the contested territory between anger and something rawer and less safe."Theo." My voice ca

  • 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. “Alright. That settles it. Cassian stays captain of the Silverfang until further notice.” A few nods. No argument. No hesitation. But my mind wasn’t on any of it. “Why did you do that?” I finally asked, eyes fixed on the road as I drove toward St. Joseph’s Women’s Hospital. My grip tightened on the wheel. “Was it because ” “I didn’t do it because I love you.” The words hit like a clean strike to the chest. Not a crack. A full collapse. Something inside me didn’t 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

  • The Way He Looked at Me   139

    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

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    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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