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Chapter 38
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2026-02-11 10:01:20I blink, and the world spins back into focus like a storm of color unraveling slowly. Dark eyes wide, wild, urgent lock onto mine, and a heavy hand presses hard against my chest, grounding me. The green sea of jerseys closes in, a wave of bodies pressing from every angle. I’m still sprawled on the ice, my lungs sharp with the sting of impact. And then he’s there. Luca. The first to reach me.
“Tyler!” His voice cuts through the chaos, raw and desperate, repeating
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Words would have to come eventually, but neither of us rushed them.Tim grabbed his phone and let music fill the kitchen while he tidied up. I had no idea whose voice was pouring through the speakers, but it clearly meant something to him. He swayed and sang along, waving a spatula like a conductor, completely lost in the melody."Taylor is everything," he announced proudly, doing a little spin that sent heat rushing straight through me.You're everything too. The thought settled in my chest before I could chase it away. This time, I let it stay.Once the kitchen was clean, he curled up with a book. I opened my laptop and found myself doing something I never imagined I would searching for streaming platforms so he wouldn't get bored. I had spent years building a life away from the noise of the world, and here I was, less than a week later, trying to make my cabin comfortable for someone else.I eventually picked up a book of my own, settled into my chair, and tried to focus. But my e
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Jace povThe pencil didn't stop moving until my hand ached.I hadn't touched my sketchbook in weeks not since Tim arrived. Something about having him close made me want to guard this part of myself, tuck it away where it couldn't be seen or questioned. Art has always been a private thing. A secret thing. Dave had called it a waste doodling, he'd said, the word dripping with contempt, like creativity was something to be ashamed of. His son couldn't afford to be soft. His son had to be harder, sharper, better than everyone else in the compound, or the shame would land on Dave's doorstep and that was something Dave never forgave.So I worked instead. Prayed harder. It took more pain than the others without making a sound, beca
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"I'll stay out front," I said before he could work up the words. "Living room, kitchen, my room. Like we agreed. I won't go anywhere else."He pushed his hair back from his face, those loose strands that were always falling forward but they dropped right back down the second he moved his hand. Then he gave me this small dip of his chin, somewhere between a nod and a thank you, and walked out.The door clicked shut.And the house became a completely different place without him in it.I stood in the middle of it for a moment, not quite sure what to do with my hands or my feet or any of the restless energy moving through me. It was strange Jace barely spoke, barely took up space, and yet somehow every room felt hollowed out now that he was gone.I went for the box.I already knew everything inside it by heart, but I needed something to do with my hands, and the familiar weight of it was a comfort. My mother's letters came first folded careful, written in her handwriting, like she'd kn
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Tim povDarkness still clung to the room when I gave up trying to sleep.Jace lay beside me, his body restless even in rest turning, settling, never fully still. My chest ached watching him. The man couldn't even find peace unconscious. But he was here. Breathing. And that was enough to make me hold myself completely rigid, terrified that one wrong shift of my weight would steal even this from him.I kept my eyes open and my body still and I thought about everything.What he'd done. What it meant. Most people said things. Jace had actually moved driving out to collect my belongings, coming back with them like it was nothing, like the quiet sacrifice of it was just something he did. He'd made a promise not to lock me away. And now he was sleeping next to me, walls down, guard lowered.For me.Something about that cracked me open in the best way. I'd spent years feeling like furniture in my own life present but overlooked, there but not quite seen. Jace had changed that without even
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Really looked.Then nodded once. Slow and sure.The room went quiet again, but it was a different kind of quiet now. Something had just been handed to me small, fragile, shaped like trust and the strangest part was how desperately I wanted to protect it.He was doing something to me.Rearranging things inside me I had stopped believing could ever move.And the most frightening part?I was letting him.I had faced wild animals, bitter winters, and years of total isolation.Nothing had ever made me shake like this."No locks,"
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"Jace. Look at me."His eyes found mine something behind them flickering, unstable, like a dying bulb catching current for one brief second before it steadied.He took a step forward. My body answered by stepping back. Not terror. Not even close. Whatever pulled at me when he was near had no name, but fear wasn't it.The bed frame caught the back of my knees.I sat down hard.He stood at the edge, trembling from the inside out like his body had become a cage and whatever lived in him had grown too large for it. His hands were clenched. His breathing was controlled in the way that people control things that are seconds from breaking.Then his mouth opened."Need."Rough. Fractured. A word that had clearly fought its way out and barely survived the journey.His eyes didn't leave me. Waiting. Wound tight."Yes or no."My answer was already forming before he finished."Yes. Absolutely yes."The space between us disappeared.Jace povThe restlessness wouldn't leave me.Even after reachin
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He’s trying to hide the grin.Which shouldn’t be hot.It really shouldn’t.And yet somehow it’s unbearably hot.By the time I finally figure out how to swallow my coffee, the heat from it travels straight down my throat… down my chest&hel
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Nathan’s eyelids start drooping before I even notice the time. One second he’s blinking slowly, the next he’s practically asleep on his feet. Carter and I have already opened another bottle of wine downstairs, so I push myself up and say quickly, “Don’t disappear on me yet. I’ll be right back.”I s
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Cole Williams POVNathan is off today. His sleep was a mess last night, and it shows. All morning, he moved like a cloud of gloom, dragging his feet, barely speaking. By midday, he’d snapped at me twice over nothing, small bursts of an
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I like him, I realize.He’s kind, relaxed, someone who moves through life without hurting people or pretending to be someone else.“Is this your job? Pottery?” I ask.“Well,” he says, crossing his legs and turning slightly toward me, “kind of a long story, but yeah, I do pottery. I love it. But I a
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