บททั้งหมดของ RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES): บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Jason's pov I woke up with her scent still on me.It clung to my skin, to the sheets, to my fucking lungs like smoke. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face wild hair, swollen lips, the way she moaned my name even while cursing me.I’d had women scream my name before. I’d had bodies wrapped around me, begging, clawing, biting. That wasn’t new.But the way Luca had looked at me when it was over that was new.Her eyes hadn’t softened, not really, but they hadn’t been filled with the usual emptiness either. No calculation. No hunger for my wealth, my status, my name. Just raw heat, raw hate, and raw need tangled together.I should’ve chalked it up as a win, another conquest, another body on my list. That was how I’d always done it fuck them, leave them, forget them.But I couldn’t forget her.Every part of me buzzed with her. Every second I didn’t see her felt like a withdrawal. I wanted more needed more. And the realization that I couldn’t brush her off like all the others had me

Jason's pov I couldn’t sleep.The night dragged on, heavy and restless, while Luca’s face stayed in my mind like a fire I couldn’t put out.I had tried drowning myself in work, in drinks, in anything to push her out of my head, but none of it worked. She wasn’t like the others I had discarded without a second thought. She clung to me in a way no woman ever had not with claws or demands, but with something I couldn’t fight.I wanted her.Not just her body, though that was an ache I could never satisfy. I wanted her. Her laugh, her fire, her honesty. Even her scorn. Especially her scorn.The playboy in me should have run. Should have cut ties and reminded myself that I didn’t do feelings, didn’t do love.But I couldn’t.And I realized, with a weight that nearly crushed me, that I didn’t want to run.I found her in the kitchen the next morning, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back, busy preparing breakfast like she owned the place.I stood in the doorway longer than I should’ve, just watch

Emma’s povThe bus hummed beneath us as it rolled down the long road to Green Pines Summer Camp. The windows rattled a little with each bump, and the air smelled faintly of sunscreen and chips, thanks to the kids behind us who wouldn’t stop snacking. I pressed my forehead against the glass, staring at the blur of trees rushing by.I had been waiting for this camp for weeks. Everyone at school talked about it like it was the best part of the year two weeks of freedom, fun, and no parents. Still, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel being away from home for that long. What made it easier was knowing Daniel was here with me.Daniel had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. He lived across the street, and we’d grown up together bike rides, homework sessions, sneaking cookies from each other’s kitchens. If I had to name the one person who understood me the most, it was him. And now here we were, squeezed together on a bus seat, heading into something new.“You look like you’re about t

Emma’s pov I woke up to sunlight streaming through the cabin window, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. My roommates were already getting dressed, laughing as they brushed their hair and compared outfits. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my thoughts drifting immediately to Daniel.I couldn’t help it. Ever since last night, ever since the bonfire and then the canoe races and capture the flag, he’d been filling my mind in ways I wasn’t used to. Daniel had always been there loud, teasing, dependable but now every time I looked at him, something in my chest shifted.And I didn’t know what to do with that.“Emma, you coming?” one of the girls asked, tying her shoelaces.“Yeah,” I said quickly, grabbing my sweater. I smiled, but my thoughts were far away.At breakfast, I spotted him at a long table surrounded by his cabin mates. He was leaning back, laughing at something one of the guys said, his messy hair falling over his forehead. That smile of his it did t

Emma’s povI didn’t sleep much after that night by the lake.Lying in my bunk, surrounded by the soft snores and shifting breaths of the other girls in my cabin, my mind kept circling back to Daniel. The dock, the moonlight, the way I had leaned on his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And it had been natural. Too natural.I could still remember the warmth of him, the steady beat of his body against mine, how safe it felt. But safe wasn’t the only word. There had been something else, humming under my skin, something that made me nervous and thrilled all at once.It wasn’t just friendship anymore.And that scared me.The next morning, I pretended nothing was different. When I saw him at breakfast, he grinned at me, sliding the plate of pancakes closer so I could reach the syrup. It was such a small, ordinary thing, but my heart did a little flip anyway.“Did you get any sleep?” he asked.“Some,” I lied, pouring syrup that came out in an uneven stream.He raise