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Between Us pt 9
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Unholy Fantasies Just one night finale
Chapter 10: More Than One Night.Two months later, the fourth floor felt different.Not because anything about the building had changed—the same brick walls, the same slightly sticky elevator buttons, the same package room that always smelled faintly of cardboard—but because *we* had. The hallway that used to feel like a careful border between two separate lives now felt like shared space. My spare key lived on Rhys’s keyring. His coffee grounds were in my kitchen cabinet. The rule about not staying over had been dead so long neither of us remembered why we’d ever made it.On a quiet Sunday morning in early fall, I woke up in his bed to the sound of rain against the windows and the low murmur of his voice from the kitchen. For a few seconds I just lay there, warm under his covers, listening. The fear that used to sit in my chest first thing in the morning was gone. In its place was something steadier.I found him at the stove, shirtless, scrambling eggs like it was the most natural
Unholy Fantasies Just one Night pt 8
Chapter 8: The Fear.The morning after the jealousy, everything felt too sharp.I woke up before Rhys, still tucked against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist. For a few minutes I just lay there listening to him breathe, staring at the soft light filtering through the curtains. It should have felt safe. Instead, a slow, cold panic was building under my ribs.I had told him I was his.I had meant it in the moment. God, I had meant it. But in the quiet of morning, with his heartbeat steady under my ear and the memory of how easily jealousy had ripped through both of us, the weight of it hit me hard.This was supposed to be one night.Then it was supposed to be just sex.Now I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirts, and getting possessive over a man I still didn’t know how to define. And the scariest part wasn’t how much I wanted him.It was how much it would hurt when this eventually ended.I slipped out from under his arm as carefully as I could. He stirred but didn’t fully
Unholy Fantasies Just one night pt 8
Chapter 8: The Fear.The morning after the jealousy, everything felt too sharp.I woke up before Rhys, still tucked against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist. For a few minutes I just lay there listening to him breathe, staring at the soft light filtering through the curtains. It should have felt safe. Instead, a slow, cold panic was building under my ribs.I had told him I was his.I had meant it in the moment. God, I had meant it. But in the quiet of morning, with his heartbeat steady under my ear and the memory of how easily jealousy had ripped through both of us, the weight of it hit me hard.This was supposed to be one night.Then it was supposed to be just sex.Now I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirts, and getting possessive over a man I still didn’t know how to define. And the scariest part wasn’t how much I wanted him.It was how much it would hurt when this eventually ended.I slipped out from under his arm as carefully as I could. He stirred but didn’t fully
Unholy Fantasies Just One Night pt 7
Chapter 7: Jealousy.The first sign of trouble arrived on a Friday evening in the form of a text from my past.I was in Rhys’s kitchen wearing one of his shirts, waiting for the pasta water to boil, when my phone lit up on the counter. The name on the screen made my stomach drop.**Marcus.**My ex.I stared at it for a few seconds before unlocking the phone.**Marcus:** Heard you moved. We should catch up. Miss talking to you.Simple. Casual. Completely unwelcome.Rhys walked in from the bedroom, still towel-drying his hair, and caught the look on my face before I could lock the screen.“Everything okay?” he asked.“Yeah.” I set the phone face-down. “Just a message I wasn’t expecting.”He didn’t push, but his eyes lingered on the phone for a second longer than necessary. We ate dinner on the couch like we had been doing more and more lately—close, comfortable, the kind of quiet that no longer felt awkward. I tried to ignore the message burning a hole in my pocket.I failed.Later, aft
Unholy Fantasies Just one Night pt 6
Chapter 6: Getting Closer.We stopped pretending after that night in the storm.There was no big conversation. No new set of rules. We just… stopped fighting it. Three days after Rhys fucked me against my entryway table, he knocked on my door a little after ten. I opened it without asking who it was. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut behind him, and kissed me like he’d been thinking about it all day.We didn’t make it to the bed that night either.After that, it became a pattern.Some nights he came to me. Some nights I went to him. We never planned it. There were no texts, no invitations—just a knock, a look, and the same sharp pull that had been there since the rooftop bar. The sex was still intense, still edged with that desperate, shouldn’t-be-doing-this energy. But something else started slipping in between the heat.We started staying.The first time it happened, I told myself it was just because I was too tired to kick him out. We’d gone at it twice, and my body felt heav
Unholy Fantasies Just One Night pt 5
Chapter 5: Breaking Them.The rules held for eleven days.Eleven days of polite greetings in the hallway. Eleven days of careful distance in the elevator. Eleven days of pretending the air didn’t change every time we were in the same space. I told myself it was working. That we were both adults who could keep our word.I was wrong.It started with a storm.The kind of late-summer Chicago storm that turned the sky black in minutes and sent rain slamming against the windows in sheets. I got home soaked, my clothes clinging to me, hair dripping into my eyes. All I wanted was a hot shower and to forget the day. I was still standing in my entryway, peeling off my wet jacket, when there was a knock at the door.I knew who it was before I opened it.Rhys stood in the hallway, also rain-damp, a small toolbox in one hand. His dark shirt was plastered to his chest in places.“Power’s out on my side of the floor,” he said. “Building management said the breaker for 4B is in your unit. Mind if I c
Unholy Fantasies Story 1: Moans Before Amen pt 4
Ciara's PoV:I didn’t sleep. Not really. Every time I drifted off, the glow of my phone pulled me back—the two messages glowing in the dark like accusations from God Himself. I kept reading them over and over until the letters blurred. By the time the sky outside my window turned gray with Boston
Unholy Fantasies Story 1: Amen Before moans pt 3
Chapter Three: The Water That Lied.Clara's Pov:The moment I stepped out of the sacristy and heard the lock click behind me, the cold Boston night slapped me awake. My legs still shook as I walked the six blocks home. The North End was quiet now—just the occasional car and the distant clatter of
Unholy Fantasies Story 1: Moans Before Amen pt 2
Chapter Two: The Book of Repentance.Ciara's PoV:The lock clicked behind me and the sound went straight through my body like a second heartbeat. I stood there in the sacristy, breath caught, staring at Father Chris. The room wasn’t dark anymore. He had lit four tall candles on the side table, the
Unholy Fantasies Story I: Moans Before Amen.
Chapter one: The First ConfessionCiara's PoV: "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." I uttered, voice barely above a whisper and not so sure what of myself.My cravings had been unhinged lately, as an aspiring nun, someone who wanted to devote her life to worship. I had told myself at first th
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