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Chapter 45
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2026-02-15 13:14:16Tyler Bennett POV
āBe reasonable, Tyler,ā Luca whispers through the phone, voice tight, almost shaking. āYouāre still signed off. You canāt just ā
āWhy not?ā Tyler cuts me off, his tone low, dangerous. āMy flightās booked. Iām already at the airport.ā
I pause, the hum of my own heartbeat loud in my ears. I can almost hear the gears in his mind grinding, searching for an excuse, a way to make me back down.
āIāll tell them Iām there to boost morale
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Except nothing about him ever looks effortless. Not really. Not when it’s him.Silence stretches between us.Heavy. Charged. Wrong in a way I don’t know how to fix.I should wait. Let him lead. Let him decide what this is.Yes. That’s the plan.Calm. Controlled. Normal.“I douched,” I say suddenly.The words land like a grenade in a quiet room.Theo freezes.His eyes widen.His mouth follows.For a split second, he looks genuinely shocked.For a longer second, so do I.“Oo ” I start.Nope. That wasn’t English.I try again. It comes out worse.Theo drops his bag. It hits the floor with a dull thud that snaps me back into my body.And that’s when I notice it.The object in my hand.Cold. Smooth. Cylindrical.Lube.Of course it’s lube.My soul tries to leave my body.I
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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
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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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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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