Todos os capítulos de WRECK ME QUIETLY: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

MASONI woke up slow, head heavy, body heavier.For a second, I thought I was dreaming.Then I felt it — lips on me. Sloppy. Rushed. Too much teeth.I cracked my eyes open.Audrey. She got here few hours after my call with Samantha.Her blonde hair was fanned across my stomach, her hand digging into my thigh. She was trying so hard, too hard.I leaned my head back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling.I should’ve been into it.I should’ve cared.But the second I felt her mouth touched me, my mind went somewhere else.To Samantha.I pictured her instead — that red lingerie she wore for me, the way the lace clung to her hips, the way her cheeks flushed when she looked at me like she hated how much she wanted me.God.My breathing picked up, but not because of Audrey.Because in my head, it was Samantha’s hands on me. Samantha’s mouth making me lose my damn mind.I tightened my fists in the sheets, trying to hang onto the fantasy.I could see her perfectly — the way she bit her b

SAMANTHAI walked through the mall, feeling the buzz of the crowd around me, but somehow, I was lost in my thoughts.The bright lights above lit up everything so clearly, and it made the air feel a little heavier.I felt light, almost weightless, in a way I hadn’t felt in a while. Spending time with Macey had done that for me. We laughed, talked, and for a few hours, I could forget about all the other mess in my life. I could just breathe.The mall was packed with people, some in a hurry, others just casually browsing, but I didn’t really pay attention to them.My mind was on tonight. Macey’s mom had invited me over for dinner, and I needed something special to wear. That woman always preached looking good and God forbid I become the center of her jokes tonight.I walked past a boutique, and something caught my eye. A burgundy dress hanging in the window, the light hitting it just right. The color was deep and rich but not over-the-top.I stepped into the store, my fingers brushing th

SAMANTHAI sat frozen at the table, my breath coming in shallow pulls. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling beneath my gown, and no matter how tightly I pressed my knees together, I couldn’t make them still.What the hell just happened?What in God’s name was that?My skin still burned from his touch, like an invisible flame had been lit under my dress.I could still feel him. The ghost of his fingers. The pressure. The slow tease. The way he owned me with nothing but a hand and silence.I couldn’t look at anyone. Not one soul.The room was still full of laughter and clinking glasses. And I sat there—shaken, silent, trying not to fall apart.Then I felt it. Audrey’s eyes.Her stare hit me like a cold slap, sharp and cutting. My breath caught in my throat. I looked up, almost afraid.And she looked away.Just like that—cool, collected, like she hadn’t been watching me crumble from her man’s touch. Like she hadn’t seen anything at all.But she had.God, she had.I reached for my wine glass,

MASONThe rink was cold. Perfect. The ice stretched out in front of me like a blank slate, waiting for me to carve it up with every stride, every turn, every shot.It was early, way too early, but I needed this. Needed the space, the silence. Needed the ice to clear my mind.I pushed the door open and let the chill hit me like a slap across the face. I was the first one here, which was just how I liked it. No distractions. No noise. Just me and the rink.Samantha’s face flashed in my mind before I could shut it down. Her eyes, her smile, the way she had looked at me the other night… God, I couldn’t get her out of my head.It wasn’t just the pull of her—there was something else. Something deeper. Something that made me want to run in the other direction and hold her close at the same time.I shook my head, skating to the center of the rink. I didn’t have time for this. Not now.The pressure was starting to get to me, the nationals coming up faster than I wanted to admit. I had to be sh

SAMANTHAThe next morning, the kitchen felt warmer than usual.“Why is it not spinning?” Mom frowned at the blender like it insulted her. She jabbed the button again.“Because you didn’t put the lid on right,” Dad said, reaching over. “Here, let me—”Too late.A soft whirr, then splat—cookie batter sprayed everywhere. The counter, the cabinets, my shirt.We all froze.Then I burst into laughter. The kind that came from deep in my belly, the kind I hadn’t felt in what felt like forever.“You’re both hopeless,” I said, wiping batter off my arm.“Hopelessly in love,” Dad said proudly, wiping his cheek. “Right, honey?”Mom rolled her eyes but smiled. “Let’s not blow up the kitchen today.”The scent of cinnamon filled the air, warm and sweet. I leaned back against the fridge and took it all in—the mess, the laughter, the sunlight spilling through the window, catching dust in the air like tiny stars.My heart felt… full. Not heavy. Not cracked. Just full.“I can’t remember the last time I l