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FIFTY TWO
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WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY FIVE
MASONAudrey was still talking.Something about baby names now. Maybe curtains. Maybe both.I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the carpet like it held all the answers I didn’t want.“And I was thinking something neutral for the nursery walls, like sage green,” she said, flipping through a Pinterest board on her phone. “Or that dusty blush color that’s in right now. You think sage would feel too cold? Mason?”I blinked.“Hmm?”She gave me a look, half amusement, half impatience. “Are you even listening?”I nodded like I was. “Sage is good.”She brightened. “Right? That’s what I thought. And I found these little bunny prints for the walls. So cute.”Her voice blurred again. She kept going—gender reveals, photographers, dresses for her bump, names that sounded like they came from a baby brand catalog.She was yapping like this was the happiest thing that ever happened to her.Maybe it was.But all I could think was how much I hated myself.I wasn’t even in my
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY FOUR
SAMANTHAThe banging started again.I jolted awake, heart slamming into my ribs like it had somewhere better to be.My apartment was dim, the air stale, like even the walls had given up. I’d drawn the blinds seven days ago and hadn’t opened them since.I hadn’t eaten much. Missed class. Avoided everyone. Especially her.“Sam!” Macey’s voice, muffled through the door but impossible to ignore. “Open the damn door!”I curled tighter under the blanket. My limbs ached in that hollow, useless way that came from doing nothing for too long.“I swear to God,” she continued, “if you don’t answer me in the next ten seconds, I’m calling Mom.”She meant my mom.Which was worse. But I knew she wouldn’t. She loved my mom too much to make her worry.Then another voice joined hers—lower, calmer, too familiar.“Samantha,” Liam said. “Please. We’re worried.”My stomach twisted. I hated that he sounded gentle.I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the ceiling, wishing it would cave in and take me w
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY THREE
SAMANTHAI woke up before dawn.The city was still asleep, tucked beneath a velvet sky that didn’t care how broken I felt. But my mind wasn’t sleeping.It hadn’t rested in hours. It was loud—cluttered with memories, regret, and the silence that had taken root between my ribs.Mason’s arm was draped across my waist, heavy and possessive, like even in sleep he couldn’t let go. And I hated how much I loved that weight.I hated that part of me wanted to sink back into it, bury my face in his chest, and pretend none of this was real.But it was.And pretending was what got me here in the first place.His breath was slow. Peaceful. He looked like mine.But he wasn’t.“My Mason,” I whispered in my head. “How I love you. How stupid I was to dream.”The tears didn’t fall. Not yet. But they pricked at the corners of my eyes like they were waiting for the perfect moment to betray me.I slipped out from under his arm, slow and careful.The sheets rustled faintly, but he didn’t stir.Typical Mason
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY TWO
MASON“No. That’s not possible.”My voice sounded dead, like it’d been scraped across gravel. But she said it again anyway.“I’m pregnant.”Samantha didn’t say a word. She just froze. Her eyes locked on mine, and whatever was left of her fell apart in front of me.I opened my mouth, reaching for her, but she took a shaky step back—and then she turned and walked away.Back into the bedroom.Back into silence.The soft sound of the door clicking shut felt louder than Audrey’s bombshell.I turned back to her.“You’re lying,” I said, jaw tight.Audrey crossed her arms. “You think I’d lie about this?”“I think you’d do anything to keep me tied to you.”“You told me we were on a break. Not done. A break,” she snapped, voice rising. “You disappeared, Mason. You wouldn’t answer my calls. Then I find out you’ve been shacking up with her—”“Don’t,” I warned. “Don’t drag her into this.”“She’s the reason you left.”“She’s not,” I lied. “You are.”Audrey’s eyes narrowed, and her voice cracked. “Y
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY ONE
MASONI barely had time to throw on a shirt before I heard the doorbell again.The moment I opened the door, there she was—Audrey, standing in the hallway with that look.The one that screamed, You’re dead.“What the hell are you doing here?” I said, keeping my voice even, but frustration was boiling up in my chest. She was the last person I wanted to deal with right now.She didn’t say a word. She just stormed past me into the apartment, like she owned the place. As always.“You’ve got some nerve, Mason,” she bit out, voice sharp as a knife.I felt my jaw tighten. The nerve? The nerve? She was the one who’d barged in, uninvited, and with that attitude of hers.And it made my blood boil. But it wasn’t her I was thinking about right now.I slammed the door behind me as I walked further into the apartment. Audrey was already poking around, her sharp eyes scanning the space like a hawk.“What the hell are you looking for?” I asked, my voice colder than I meant it to be.She ignored me, c
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY
SAMANTHA“Are you seeing Mason?” Liam asked the moment we stepped out of the rink.I blinked. “What?”“You heard me.” His arms were crossed, jaw tense. “Are you?”I let out a small laugh, more out of shock than humor. “No. Where’s that coming from?”He didn’t smile. “He was staring at you the whole damn game. You smiled back. And those roses—those weren’t from some secret admirer, were they?”My stomach twisted. I forced a shrug. “They were just flowers, Liam. You’re reading too much into it.”He looked at me for a beat too long. Like he wanted to believe me but couldn’t quite get there.“Okay,” he said, voice clipped. No emotion, just that one word.Then he turned and walked off.I wrapped my arms around myself as I made my way to Mason’s usual parking spot.The night air was young, and the buzz from the game still pulsed in my veins.I spotted him before he saw me—sweaty, flushed, eyes scanning until they locked on mine.God, he looked good like that. Intense. Wild. Alive.He didn’t
WRECK ME QUIETLY FORTY NINE
MASONI spotted Caleb standing by the vending machine, arms crossed, helmet still under his arm. His jaw was tight, and his eyes flicked away the second he saw me coming.I didn’t stop. I just walked right up and planted myself in front of him.“You’ve been weird all week,” I said, my voice low but even. “Want to get something off your chest?”He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Just stared at the wall behind me like I wasn’t even there.“Nothing,” he muttered. “Just focus on the game.”Right.I took a step closer, my skates clicking against the floor. “Don’t bring that shit to the rink. We’re not kids.”Caleb’s gaze snapped to mine, sharp and cold. “Then stop acting like one.”That got under my skin, but I didn’t let it show.“You got something to say?” I asked. My voice was quieter now. More dangerous.He hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough.“Nope.”I exhaled through my nose, gave a tight shake of my head, and turned away.Tension simmered between us like an untended fire—ho
WRECK ME QUIETLY FORTY EIGHT
MASONI stood at the edge of the bed, watching her.Samantha was tangled in the sheets, hair a mess, one leg kicked free like she’d fought the blanket and won.Her lips were parted, breathing soft and even. Peaceful. Completely unaware of how fucking wrecked she made me.I ran a hand through my hair, dragging in a breath.I had no idea what the hell I was doing with her.But I knew I couldn’t let her go.Last night was supposed to be simple. Dinner. Drinks.Instead, I ended up in her bed, losing my mind every time she moaned my name.And now I was here, standing like an idiot, trying not to wake her because if she opened those eyes, I’d never leave."Shit," I muttered under my breath, glancing at the clock. I had training in 40 minutes.She shifted slightly, her brow twitching like she could sense me watching her.God, she was beautiful. In this raw, unfiltered way that made it impossible to look away.I knelt beside the bed, careful not to wake her. Brushed a strand of hair off her c
WRECK ME QUIETLY HI AGAIN!!!!
Writing this scene was like slipping into a daydream I didn’t want to end.I had to pause more than once just to take a breath, to smile, to let my heart catch up with my fingers. Because this moment, this after moment between Samantha and Mason, wasn’t just about passion or heat.It was about connection!!Quiet, powerful, undeniable connection.They haven’t said I love you yet, and maybe they’re not ready to. But it’s happening.The kind of falling that doesn’t need words because it’s in every glance, every touch, and every unsaid thing that still feels louder than a scream.They’re crashing into something real, something deep, and I swear I felt every second of it as I wrote.There was something so tender about Mason in this chapter.We’ve seen him dominant, we’ve seen him possessive, and we’ve seen him guarded. But here?He lets the mask slip. Just a little. Just enough to show Samantha, and us that this isn’t just a fling or a fantasy. This is him, opening a door he’s kept closed f
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