Annalyn’s POVNolan’s soft breaths brushed against my neck as I carried him inside the beach house, his small frame limp from exhaustion. His mini fists were still curled from when he cried himself to sleep after that fight.The silence was deafening.Behind me, Alex walked in, pressing a pack of ice to his swollen lips, his steps steady but tired. Clarissa trailed beside him, holding Kristoff up as he nursed his own busted mouth. The only thing more bruised than their faces was probably their pride.I didn’t speak. Actually no one did.The house practically hummed with leftover tension from the beach.I broke the silence “Will take Nolan to his room”I climbed the stairs without waiting for a response from any of them, I laid Nolan gently onto his soft bed as soon as we got to his room, brushing his curls away from his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I heaved a sigh of relief and kissed his cheek, whispered, “You’re safe now, baby, Im sorry you had to witness that” I
Annalyn’s POV “This place feels more like a burial ground than a fun vacation,” Clarissa muttered, chewing on her toast, legs crossed, one brow arched in amusement.Her voice sliced through the thick, uncomfortable silence at the breakfast table.Alex sat at the head of the table, shoulders tense, gaze sharp as ever. To his right, Nolan was happily shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth, oblivious to the storm brewing between the adults. I sat beside Nolan, forcing a smile at him, gently cutting his sausages and nudging them onto his plate.Across from me sat Kristoff… his jaw clenched so tight I swore his molars would shatter. Every time his fork scraped against the plate, he’d steal a glance at me. No, not a glance. A look that screamed pure, simmering rage. His eyes burned, unblinking, heavy with accusation.Beside him, Clarissa sipped orange juice like she was front-row at the best drama of her life.“Seriously, someone should loosen up before I choke on this toast,” Clarissa add
Kristoff’s POVI stopped short the moment I saw her.Annalyn.Wrapped in nothing but a duvet, her cheeks flushed, hair tousled, eyes wide with panic. I didn’t need to look twice to know where she was coming from… the door was just a few feet behind her, everyone knows who’s room that was… Fucking Alex’s room.The pieces clicked fast and brutal.No wonder she didn’t sleep in her room last night. I fucking told her to wait for me, her room was empty when I arrived.. I thought she was at Nolan’s room. My fists clenched at my sides as my heart pounded with something far worse than jealousy… pure, unfiltered rage.She fucking let that son of a bitch touch her.Before I could think twice, my hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her closer until her chest hit mine. She winced, but I didn’t care.“You fucked that bloody bastard, didn’t you?” My voice was low, venom laced into every syllable.“you’re hurting me… Let go you psychotic bastard,” she hissed, her eyes wide but not sc
Annalyn’s POVPanic shot through me as I turned, ready to shove him off.To shove that pesky, unwanted and suffocating presence I thought had crept into my bed.But the moment my eyes locked onto his face… my heart faltered.It was the breathtakingly handsome Alex.My breath caught, vision spinning, not entirely sure if it was the drinks or just… him. His face hovered so close, dangerously close, and for a second, the dim light of the room made him glow like some beautiful, impossible illusion. His eyes burned with something dark, possessive… but beneath it, softness lingered.Time slowed.Before I could summon words, his hand slid to my cheek, and suddenly fireworks began to explode in my stomach then his lips crashed onto mine.My world shattered.Heat poured through my veins as his mouth claimed mine with a passionate hunger I’d never known. His lips explored my mouth. Meanwhile his hands weren’t left out. It roamed, reverent, tracing every curve like I was something fragile to
Kristoff’s POV “Wait… what?” Annalyn blurted, eyes wide, voice cracking through the room like glass. I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face, the sheer shock on her face made it worth every second. I leaned back a little, watching her unravel at my dare. Yeah… she must be thinking that she knew exactly what I was playing at. And so did Alex. Because when I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, his whole damn face was practically turning red in rage or maybe Jealousy. His jaw was so tight I thought it’d snap in seconds. I could practically taste his fury from here. Perfect! Before anyone could react, Clarissa’s voice cut through, bright, taunting and surprising. “Come on, Annalyn, don’t be a chicken. Do the dare… or drink up.” Her response came as a shock, I knew Clarissa was a jealous little angel but seeing her root for me egged me on… My eyes stayed locked on Annalyn. I already knew what choice she’d make. We’ve been together for nearly Five years and I
Annalyn’s POV “Sleep, my love, the moon is high, Angels watch you from the sky…” I sang softly, almost to myself, the lullaby my mum would sing to me,I’d began dining it for Nolan and now he would always demand I sing it every night even before reading him bad night stories. My fingers combed gently through his tangle free curls, following the rhythm of the tune that had long since left my heart but lingered on my lips. The melody drifted into the dimly lit room like a whisper… sweet, slow, and aching. But my mind was drifting, spiraling even. “Come on, Alex. It’s just for one night, you know? Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just you, me, Annalyn and Kristoff” Clarissa’s voice echoed in my head like an irritating chime I couldn’t shut off. I stood beside Alex wishing he’s stand his ground and say no. “A lot could go wrong, Rissa,” Alex had said. Steady. Stern. “We’re no longer kids.. we’re adults for Christ sakes. There’s a Four years only in this house to cater for. What h