บททั้งหมดของ WRECK ME QUIETLY: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

SAMANTHAI lay on his chest, still catching my breath.His skin was warm beneath my cheek, rising and falling with each breath, steady like he hadn’t just wrecked me all over again.My legs still trembled, my lips were sore, and my heart was a chaotic drum in my chest.We were quiet for a long moment—just the hum of the AC and the wild silence that always came after Mason.I stared up at the ceiling, mascara smudged and thoughts spinning.“We can’t keep doing this,” I whispered.His fingers paused on my back, just for a second. Then he dragged them gently down my spine, like he hadn’t heard me. But I knew he had.“Why not?” His voice was low. Tired. Like he didn’t want to have this conversation.I exhaled, my throat tight. “Because of Macey.”That made him go still.“I feel like crap every time I see her,” I said. “Like she knows. Like she sees right through me.”He turned his head, looking at me, then reached up and brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. The softness in his touch ma

MASONI leaned against my car, arms folded, trying hard to look casual. Chill. Detached.But my eyes? They had a mind of their own.They were locked on the back seat of Macey’s car. I didn’t even blink as the door opened, and Samantha stepped out like slow-motion was made for her.That dress.Red. Short. Silk. Wrapped around her like it was hand-stitched by the devil.I didn’t recognize it. It was new.That was the first punch to the gut.The second?It was supposed to be for me.She wore it knowing exactly what it would do to me. And still… she slipped into it and strutted out like a fucking landmine.Every inch of her skin screaming danger, every sway of her hips screaming mine.But she didn’t look at me. Not once.She smoothed down her dress like it wasn’t already hugging her like a second skin, then tucked her hair behind her ear.Her lips were painted a glossy red, like she’d purposely left room for someone to imagine what they tasted like.And yeah—I imagined.I’d tasted.I swal

SAMANTHALiam nudged me with his shoulder as we walked towards the lot, his voice light and smug. “So, just admit it, I made econ tolerable today.”I laughed under my breath. “You give yourself too much credit, Monez”He grinned like it was his proudest achievement. “Comic relief. Crucial in high-pressure academic settings.”I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop smiling. That was the thing about Liam, he always knew how to pull me out of my own head.Macey suddenly slid in beside us, sunglasses perched on top of her head and a smirk already locked and loaded. Who needs sunglasses at night?“You two need to stop making love faces,” she said, wiggling her brows. “Seriously, it’s nauseating.”Liam threw an arm dramatically around my shoulders. “We can’t help it. We’re hot like that.”I rolled my eyes and ducked out from under his arm. “Please. You wish.”Macey snorted. “That’s not a denial, Sam.”“It’s not a confirmation either,” I shot back.Liam bumped my hip. “Come on, we’d make a soli

SAMANTHASomething was burning.I shot up, heart racing, breath catching in my throat. The air was thick with smoke? No. Not smoke exactly. Toast. Burnt toast? Or eggs?I winced as pain shot through my thighs, hips, lower back—God. My entire body was wrecked. Every muscle throbbed with sore, satisfied protest.The sheets stuck to my skin, damp with sweat and the unmistakable scent of sex. Him. Me. Us. Twisted and tangled and stupid.How long did we even go last night?I glanced to my side.Empty.“Mason?” I called, voice hoarse.Nothing.Then—From the kitchen: a loud clang, followed by a muttered, “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”I threw on the nearest shirt—his, of course. It swallowed me whole, hung past my thighs, and still smelled like him.I winced as I stood. Everything ached. My legs, my thighs, even muscles I didn’t know existed. Damn him.I padded into the kitchen, walking like someone who just ran a marathon in heels. And then I saw the smoke."Jesus!" I yelped.Mason stood by the

MASONI gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white.The engine purred, ready to move, but I just sat there—her taste still on my tongue, her scent clinging to my skin like heat I couldn’t shake. My hands still remembered every curve. Every sound she made.Fuck.I didn’t want to go. Not yet. Maybe never.But Audrey was waiting. And I was still that guy, still halfway in, halfway out.My phone buzzed again. Audrey.I ignored it.I could not even give Sam a goodbye kiss.The way she didn’t say anything when I left. She didn’t have to.I slammed my hand against the steering wheel once. Quietly.“Get it together,” I muttered and drove away in silence.The moment I stepped into the apartment, I felt it.That shift. That kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful. It felt like something waiting to explode.Audrey sat curled on the floor near the couch, her eyes swollen and red, mascara smeared down her cheeks. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t have to.“Don’t even ask,” she whispered