All Chapters of RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES): Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Emma’s povI woke up the next morning with my heart racing and my cheeks aching from smiling. For a moment, I thought I had dreamed it all the walk to the lake, Daniel’s hand in mine, his lips brushing mine so softly it had left me trembling. But then I touched my fingers to my lips, and I knew.It was real.Daniel loved me.And I loved him.The thought made me want to laugh, cry, and hide under my blanket all at once. I had never felt this full, this light, like my chest might burst with something too big to hold.But as much as I wanted to shout it to the whole camp, I couldn’t. We couldn’t. Not yet.This was our secret.our little secret.At breakfast, I sat at our usual table, trying to act normal. Daniel slid into the seat across from me, his hair still damp from a quick shower, his smile easy and familiar. To anyone else, he looked the same as always. But to me, he looked completely different.Our eyes met, and just like that, I was back on the dock with him, feeling his lips on

EMMA'S POVI woke up to the sound of birds.For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. My eyes blinked open to see the soft gray of early morning stretching across the lake, the air cool against my skin. Then I felt the warmth beside me the steady rhythm of Daniel’s breathing, his arm still holding me close.And everything rushed back.The dock, the stars, the way we whispered to each other in the dark, how our bodies had come together as if they had been waiting for it all along.Heat rose in my cheeks, but it wasn’t just from the memory. It was from the way he looked even in sleep. His hair was messy, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling beneath his shirt. I let myself stare for a while, tracing his features with my eyes like I’d never seen him before, though I’d known him all my life.I couldn’t believe it we’d finally done it. We’d crossed the line we had been dancing around for years. And instead of feeling scared or guilty, I felt… safe. Like I had found the

Tessa's povI still remember the first day I came to the university. The air felt different, like freedom mixed with fear. My mother had waved at me as the bus left our town, and I kept watching her small figure fade away through the window until I could no longer see her. I held my admission letter tightly on my lap, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. In a way, it was. It was my ticket to a new life.When I reached the campus gate, students were walking everywhere laughing, talking, carrying boxes, taking pictures. The noise was so much, yet it made me smile. I was nervous but also excited. I had waited for this moment for so long, to start my own story, to meet new people, to finally feel like an adult.After I checked into the hostel, I sat on my small bed and looked around the room. It was plain but fine two bunk beds, a wooden table, and a window that let in bright sunlight. I shared the room with three other girls. They were friendly; we talked and laughed as we

Tessa's pov The days in school began to run into each other. Lectures, assignments, library hours, and group meetings filled most of my week. But no matter how busy things got, there was one person who always made the days feel lighter Daniel.Our friendship had grown so naturally that it was hard to remember what my days were like before him. He was always there not too much, not too little just enough to make everything feel balanced.One Monday morning, after a long lecture, I was walking back to the hostel feeling drained. My stomach rumbled, and I wished I had something to eat. As I reached the hostel gate, a small voice called out behind me.“Tessa!”I turned, and there he was, jogging toward me with his backpack bouncing on his shoulder. He stopped and handed me a nylon bag.“What’s this?” I asked, smiling.“Breakfast,” he said. “You didn’t eat, did you?”I laughed, shaking my head. “How do you always know?”He grinned. “Because you always rush out of the hostel early. I guess

Tessa’s povThe week after Daniel confessed to liking me felt strange not in a bad way, just… different. Everything between us suddenly carried a quiet meaning. Every smile, every word, every moment of silence seemed to hold something I couldn’t explain.I tried to act normal around him, but my heart kept betraying me. Sometimes I’d catch myself staring at him in class, noticing little things I hadn’t before the way his hair fell slightly over his eyes, how he tilted his head when he was thinking, the gentle tone he used whenever he spoke to me.It was like I was seeing him for the first time.Still, a part of me didn’t know what to do. He liked me really liked me and I didn’t want to hurt him. But I also didn’t want to rush into something I didn’t fully understand.A few days later, I went to see him again. I told myself it was just a friendly visit, but deep down, I knew it was more than that. I wanted to see how he was after our last talk.When I knocked on his door, he opened it w