Semua Bab SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE: Bab 21 - Bab 30

CALEB’S POVI know. I know.He broke me once and I’m practically handing him the pieces like, ‘here, try again.’ Because I’m an idiot. I remember deleting every photo, every message. Guess who just re-downloaded them from iCloud, six nights ago? Me. Yes.He broke me, I know. Not loudly. Not all at once, slowly, like a faucet drip. Like he was hoping I wouldn’t notice until I was soaked. And I didn’t notice. Not until I received the message of his engagement with Ellie. The hearty videos she posted on Facebook, showing off her ring. I know I should’ve block him. I should block him, but here I am, hiding beneath my sheets in my dorm room at 12:06AM, reading his messages smiling and waiting for his call, while my roommate sleeps across the room. I know he’ll call me at exactly 12:30AM, because by then he’s just gotten of the call with Ellie. I know he’ll eventually leave me, he’s engaged. He’ll break my heart.But I don’t know how to stop, I don’t know if I can. I still want him to

CALEB’S POV The dorm room is not empty when I get back, I instantly regret coming back. Neither is it quiet. Luke has a guest, I’m not angry about that. It’s fine if he wants to bring a friend over, but not Tyler. Anyone but Tyler. It’s offensive and I’m taking offense. They’re both sprawled across Luke’s bed, sneakers off, watching something on a laptop. They both look up when I walk in. “Oh. Look who finally decided to show.” He says. I don’t bother replying. Just step over to my side of the room. I drop my bag on my bed, put my phone on charge, check it. No missed calls. No texts. I should have hung out with Vanya and Tony. I stare at Luke. He looks rueful. “Can I talk to you? In the bathroom?” Luke nods. Tyler smirks. “He might not have any tampons left, princess.” I turn around, finally. “Do you ever shut up? Or is this all you wanna do? sit around and obsess over my anatomy?” Luke gives me a please don’t start look, but I’m already heading to the bat

TONYCaleb’s back is warm against my chest. His wings brush against my arm every time we sway. Vanya waves her vape like a wand as she prattles on about whatever. The music’s slowed or maybe I’ve had too much alcohol and my brain is just too sluggish. I feel as weightless and helpless as a piece of paper against the wind, but in this case the wind is the music. I lean closer to whisper in Caleb’s ear. “Rome totally wants to bang you.”He scoffs. “And you know this how?”“He’s staring.”Caleb’s eyes find Rome, definitely staring at him from the kitchen. They lock gazes and the darkest blush I’ve ever seen stains Caleb’s pretty cheeks. “You guys would look hot together.” I continue. Caleb mumbles something unintelligible in response. “I think you should go for it. I mean we only live once right? Like what could go wrong you know?”“Okay, Tony. Let’s have this conversation when we’re both sober.” Caleb replies, laughing at me.I’m drunk enough to stop caring, and apparently my mout

TONY’S POVI float back to consciousness, the first light of morning leaking in, as Luke’s hand glides from my shoulder down my back to settle warm and possessive over my ass. He kisses the spot where my hair meets skin, his hand still fondling my ass without shame or hurry.“Lukas..” I mumble, roughly.“Mm?” he hums, his hand still lazily roaming over my skin.“You know I’d let you do anything to me right?”I feel his body still behind me, just slightly.“Anything?” he asks guardedly.“Yeah,” I whisper. “Even when I’m not… like, totally awake to agree.”A silence falls like a boulder. I instantly regret it.“What?” His voice sharpens, confused and on high alert. “Are you still drunk?”“No—I’m not.” I shift, suddenly self-conscious under his stare. “I just meant… if it’s something you want—if that’s something that ever crosses your mind—I wouldn’t say no.”He pulls away completely, the warmth of him vanishing from my back like I imagined it. He sits up, and I do too, chilled.“Why are

CALEBS POV Three weeks go by so fast in a blur of fading bruises, make-up quizzes, group meetings where I nod almost the entire time and hope no one notices I’m behind, and Vanya won’t stop emailing me tutor recommendations. She acts like it’s her new full-time job. I’ve been floating through it all, my body still catching up to the fact that I was mugged, like, outside a library. I still instinctively flinch whenever I hear fast footsteps behind me sometimes. By some divine intervention I didn’t fail. Barely scraped through most of my midterms, but Vanya was right—I do need help. I didn’t argue when she said it. Just nodded like some tired, broken toy. Somehow, against all odds, I passed. It felt like the universe decided I’d had enough for one season. The group project is still going, though I’m barely involved. They give me the slides to format, which takes five minutes max. It’s like they know I’m not all there, and I can’t even be mad. They’re not wrong. I’m tired in