تسجيل الدخول“We have to get out of here,” I hiss. “Now.”
He doesn’t resist, only looks away and nods. “Which room?”
“Top floor. Sixteen.”
“Message me when it’s clear,” he says. Then he’s gone, a shadow slipping down the hall. Two songs later, I follow, heart hammering like a war drum, every nerve alive, every muscle taut. The tap comes barely two minutes after I send the text. Enough to send my body into rebellion breathless, pulse racing, trembling under the weight of anticipat
“Mm ” I agree weakly, blinking as my vision briefly doubles before settling back on him.His hand moves.Up.Then down.Stars explode behind my eyes.He’s right.I’m hard.Harder than last night.Harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.I start shifting helplessly in place, small desperate sounds slipping out of me every time his hand moves.His touch is cautious. Curious. Almost shy.And he keeps laughing softly.Little breathy laughs every time he touches me again.Not mocking.Never that.He’s laughing because he’s enjoying himself.Because he’s happy.“Wow,” he says.Then again a moment later.“Wow.”Every time he says it, my body reacts even more.He tugs my hair gently, pulling me forward into another kiss.This one isn’t gentle.It&rsqu
“But I’m learning,” he adds. “So… we go slow.”My brain turns into soup.“I guess you’ll have to be gentle with me.”I nod.Shake my head.Make a strange gurgling noise.He lifts my chin with one finger so I’m forced to meet his eyes.“Here’s the plan,” he says calmly. “I take some of your clothes off.”My lungs forget how to function.“You stay still.”My heart slams against my ribs.“And I… explore.”My shoulders start trembling uncontrollably.“O-okay.”His hands smooth down the front of my T-shirt.Slow.Warm.Heavy.I stare at them.“Uh-uh,” he murmurs, tapping two fingers under his own eyes. “Look at me.”I drag my gaze up.“Eyes here. The whole time.”I nod
Not even close.Nathan looks like he’s living the greatest night of his life.Cole finally hangs up after receiving very strict instructions: he is absolutely not allowed to pick Nathan up before ten tomorrow morning.Why?Because apparently “Granny makes pancakes on Saturdays and Sundays.”Cole lowers the phone slowly.“Hmph.”I shrug. “Well… I guess he’s not suffering too much.”“No,” Cole mutters. “Guess he’s not.”“That’s good though, right?”“So good.”We stare at each other.Then we both burst out laughing.“I know I’m pathetic,” Cole says, shaking his head. “What’s your excuse?”“My excuse?” I spread my hands dramatically. “Nathan is illegally adorable. That child could cure bad moods on contact. It’s not fair. He’s just… ridiculously great.”Cole’s shoulders lift slightly, pride flickering across his face.“Thanks.”“You’re doing an amazing job with him,” I add quietly. “Seriously. You’re a great dad.”He says thank you again but this time his voice sounds rougher.We’re stan
My brain is still floating somewhere above the porch. “Right… about what?” I mumble.He gives me a look so intense it feels like my bones might melt.“You’re a very good kisser.”The noise that escapes me is horrifying. Some unholy mix between a squeak and a choke.I would absolutely die of embarrassmentbut chaos suddenly erupts across the street.“What the…?” Cole turns, squinting toward Luca and Tyler’s house.I follow his gaze.Something’s wrong with the window. There are hands moving around behind the glass arms waving but no faces. No bodies.Just frantic movement.“That’s weird,” I say. “Did something fall? I swear I heard a crash earlier.”Cole studies it for a second. “Pretty sure there used to be blinds on that window.”I blink. “Wait… the blinds are gone?&r
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… lower… lower… until it lands somewhere that absolutely does not need extra warmth right now.Fantastic.Perfect timing.I have no idea how long we’ve been sitting here in silence, but I’m pretty sure this exceeds the socially acceptable limit for two humans sharing a porch swing and not speaking.Usually I’d jump in and save us. I’d grab a random topic weather, sports, weird news headline and run with it like a marathon sprinter.Today?Not happening.Because Cole is here.And he hasn’t told me to fill the silence.He’s closer than he normally sits. Not by much. Just enough t
Absolutely not thinking about that.Definitely not thinking about how I may have just destroyed the best friendship I’ve ever had.By mid-morning I’m sitting at my pottery wheel, hands buried in clay. I’m shaping a small vessel for Nathan something I’ve been planning ever since he proudly announced that one of his teeth was loose.The idea struck me earlier while unpacking the ridiculous box I packed during my six-a.m. meltdown. If I want it finished in time, I need to start now. Clay has to dry. Then it needs firing. No room for procrastination.I’m building the piece by hand, but I’m working on the wheel because sitting here calms me down. Or at least… it usually does.The clay started out cold, slick under my fingers. Now it’s warmed to my touch, softer and easier to shape. Normally this is the moment where my mind quiets. Where everything fades and I sink into that peaceful rhythm of making somet
Tyler Bennett povOne of the most mortifying moments of my life happened years ago nineteen, stupid, and lying half-naked on a doctor’s table because I’d decided, for reasons I still can’t explain, to go commando on the day my groin decided to swell like a warning sign from hell.I didn’t think abo
“Show me your dick.”And I know whatever he’s about to do next will finish what he started.I don’t say a word as I hook my thumbs into my waistband and push my boxer briefs down.I’m painfully hard. So much it burns. I hiss, teeth clenched, when the elastic drags over the swollen head too slow, t
Luca Moretti povDetroit ice. Third period. Deadlocked at two–two.The Blackbirds are monsters this season fast, brutal, merciless. They were monsters last season too. Even if Bennett and I could summon whatever magic ignited between us in practice yesterday and we haven’t there’s no guarantee it
Tyler Bennett povWe lost again.The bus ride to the airport was deathly silent, the kind of quiet that presses against your chest and refuses to let go. Nobody spoke. Earbuds in, overhead lights dead. The hum of the engine was the only sound, and it felt like it was echoing the hollowness inside a







