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2026-03-08 11:16:05I pause, remembering. Not just remembering, really feeling it. We used to do this. Real parties, tiny rituals that made dinner feel alive. And I haven’t thought of them in forever.
“My mom lit candles and called it a party, Carter,” Nathan explains, grinning. “Pizza with candles? Pizza party. Dinner with candles? Dinner party. Once we even did apple slices with candles… apple party.&rd
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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
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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
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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. āAlright. That settles it. Cassian stays captain of the Silverfang until further notice.ā A few nods. No argument. No hesitation. But my mind wasnāt on any of it. āWhy did you do that?ā I finally asked, eyes fixed on the road as I drove toward St. Josephās Womenās Hospital. My grip tightened on the wheel. āWas it because ā āI didnāt do it because I love you.ā The words hit like a clean strike to the chest. Not a crack. A full collapse. Something inside me didnāt 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
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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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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. āYeah. In his car. Right after I told him. That was the first thing out of his mouth.ā His gaze sharpens on me. āHe already knew about you, Vin.ā A chill crawls up my spine. āAnd itās the only thing he ever asked of me,ā Theo continues. āThe only boundary. Donāt mess with you.ā I shake my head slightly. āThat doesnāt ā āIt does,ā he cuts in, voice lower now. He looks away like it hurts to hold my eyes. āBecause he knows me. Knows where I come from. Knows what Iām capable of when things get complicated.ā A pause. Then it lands. āHe thinks Iām not good enough for you.ā The words hit like something heavy and sharp at the same time. āIāll ruin it,ā Theo says quietly. āIāll mess it up. Iāll hurt you.ā My chest tightens as if the air just turned solid. āYou wanted to know what Nate is to me?ā he asks after a beat. I donāt answer. Theo exhales. ā
The Way He Looked at MeĀ Ā Ā Chapter 32
Tyler Bennett povLuca doesnāt look like himself anymore. He looks like someone else entirely someone dangerous, unfamiliar, and devastatingly magnetic. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, brows drawn low as if restraint has slipped clean away. Thereās an ease in the way he moves toward me, a cro
Ćltima actualizaciĆ³n : 2026-03-22The Way He Looked at MeĀ Ā Ā Chapter 30
āHe just saidā¦ oh.āBennett listens too closely. Like heās leaning into my ribs, into my breath. It makes me feel unbalanced loose in my chest, unmoored all the way up to my tongue.āHe came to my room later that night and said, āItās fine to be gay, Luca. Justā¦ donāt tell anyone.āāHis head snaps
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Luca Moretti POVHours after the final whistle, the noise is gone but the adrenaline isnāt. Iām back home, loose from a few victory beers, stretched out on my bed while the win still hums under my skin. My mind wonāt shut up. So I scroll. Pointless. Desperate. Hunting.TikTok flickers past my eyes,
Ćltima actualizaciĆ³n : 2026-03-21The Way He Looked at MeĀ Ā Ā Chapter 27
Tyler Bennett povāWhoās down for dinner at my place next weekend?ā I ask. āFriday night.āWeāve got the day off, and the next gameās at home perfect timing. Carter, Jace, and a handful of the guys are still hanging around after film review, dissecting last nightās game. For once, even Coach Santos
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