Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tempting you: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 38

Cameroon -Evans opened the door to his dorm, leaning against the frame like he wasn’t the one who’d summoned me over in the first place. He tilted his head slightly, a faint crease between his brows, and asked, “Did you have dinner?”The question caught me off guard. Out of all the things I thought he might say. Did you have dinner? wasn’t on my list.“No,” I replied after a beat, narrowing my eyes in confusion. “Why?”He pushed off the doorframe, like my answer had confirmed some grand suspicion, and pulled the door shut behind him with a firm click. “Let’s eat something,” he said simply.I blinked. “What?”“Dinner. Food.” He gestured vaguely with his hand, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “You know, so you don’t starve and keel over in the middle of the hallway.”I stared at him. “I wasn’t planning on keeling over anywhere.”He ignored that, already walking down the hall, leaving me standing there, baffled. “Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there look

CameroonThe stars seemed brighter out here, away from the buzz and glow of the city. Evans and I lay side by side on the soft grass, the occasional breeze rustling through the leaves around us. The air smelled faintly of salt and earth, and for once, the silence between us wasn’t strained or awkward. It was… peaceful.Still, the words he’d said earlier gnawed at me, and before I could stop myself, they tumbled out. “What did you mean when you said I was naive?”Evans turned his head slightly to look at me, his face illuminated by the faint silver light of the moon. He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “You really want to know?”“Would I have asked if I didn’t?” I shot back, trying to mask the nerves in my voice.He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at me. “You agreed to do whatever I said, out in the open,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with something else—something sharper. “What if I’d been trying to record you? Blackmail you? Or what if someone had

Cameroon- The rehearsal dinner was exactly the kind of event Sarah would throw—intimate, well-organized, and warm. The room buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses as friends and family shared stories about the bride and groom. Sarah beamed, her fiancé Greg by her side, radiating that glow people always talk about when someone’s truly happy.I had been roped into making a toast, which wasn’t surprising since Sarah loved to put me on the spot. Standing with my glass raised, I took a deep breath and let the words flow naturally.“Sarah has always been the bossy one,” I began, earning a wave of laughter. “But it’s only because she cares so much about everyone around her. Greg, you’re a lucky guy—though you’ll soon realize you’re also the second most important man in her life after her old Camry.” That got another laugh, even from Sarah. “In all seriousness, Sarah, you deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know Greg is the one who’s going to give it to you. To Sarah and Greg.”

Cameroon -Evans leaned back in his chair, his drink cradled in one hand as he considered my question. “What else do you want to know, Cameroon?”“Something interesting,” I challenged, resting my chin on my hand. “Like...what’s the most unexpected thing about you?”He smirked. “Unexpected, huh? I once joined a poetry slam in high school.”My eyebrows shot up. “You? Poetry?”He nodded, clearly enjoying my disbelief. “Don’t look so shocked. I didn’t win, but I didn’t completely embarrass myself either.”“Okay, now you have to recite something,” I teased, leaning closer.“Absolutely not,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “That chapter of my life is closed.”“Come on,” I prodded. “Just one line. I promise I won’t laugh.”“You’re lying. You’ll laugh."“Fine,” I admitted, grinning. “I might laugh, but I won't tell anyone."I made a zipping motion across my lips, doing my best to look serious.Evans straightened in his chair, his expression growing intense as he began:“The moon whispers se