All Chapters of WRECK ME QUIETLY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Writing this scene was like slipping into a daydream I didn’t want to end.I had to pause more than once just to take a breath, to smile, to let my heart catch up with my fingers. Because this moment, this after moment between Samantha and Mason, wasn’t just about passion or heat.It was about connection!!Quiet, powerful, undeniable connection.They haven’t said I love you yet, and maybe they’re not ready to. But it’s happening.The kind of falling that doesn’t need words because it’s in every glance, every touch, and every unsaid thing that still feels louder than a scream.They’re crashing into something real, something deep, and I swear I felt every second of it as I wrote.There was something so tender about Mason in this chapter.We’ve seen him dominant, we’ve seen him possessive, and we’ve seen him guarded. But here?He lets the mask slip. Just a little. Just enough to show Samantha, and us that this isn’t just a fling or a fantasy. This is him, opening a door he’s kept closed f

MASONI spotted Caleb standing by the vending machine, arms crossed, helmet still under his arm. His jaw was tight, and his eyes flicked away the second he saw me coming.I didn’t stop. I just walked right up and planted myself in front of him.“You’ve been weird all week,” I said, my voice low but even. “Want to get something off your chest?”He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Just stared at the wall behind me like I wasn’t even there.“Nothing,” he muttered. “Just focus on the game.”Right.I took a step closer, my skates clicking against the floor. “Don’t bring that shit to the rink. We’re not kids.”Caleb’s gaze snapped to mine, sharp and cold. “Then stop acting like one.”That got under my skin, but I didn’t let it show.“You got something to say?” I asked. My voice was quieter now. More dangerous.He hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough.“Nope.”I exhaled through my nose, gave a tight shake of my head, and turned away.Tension simmered between us like an untended fire—ho

MASONI barely had time to throw on a shirt before I heard the doorbell again.The moment I opened the door, there she was—Audrey, standing in the hallway with that look.The one that screamed, You’re dead.“What the hell are you doing here?” I said, keeping my voice even, but frustration was boiling up in my chest. She was the last person I wanted to deal with right now.She didn’t say a word. She just stormed past me into the apartment, like she owned the place. As always.“You’ve got some nerve, Mason,” she bit out, voice sharp as a knife.I felt my jaw tighten. The nerve? The nerve? She was the one who’d barged in, uninvited, and with that attitude of hers.And it made my blood boil. But it wasn’t her I was thinking about right now.I slammed the door behind me as I walked further into the apartment. Audrey was already poking around, her sharp eyes scanning the space like a hawk.“What the hell are you looking for?” I asked, my voice colder than I meant it to be.She ignored me, c

SAMANTHAI woke up before dawn.The city was still asleep, tucked beneath a velvet sky that didn’t care how broken I felt. But my mind wasn’t sleeping.It hadn’t rested in hours. It was loud—cluttered with memories, regret, and the silence that had taken root between my ribs.Mason’s arm was draped across my waist, heavy and possessive, like even in sleep he couldn’t let go. And I hated how much I loved that weight.I hated that part of me wanted to sink back into it, bury my face in his chest, and pretend none of this was real.But it was.And pretending was what got me here in the first place.His breath was slow. Peaceful. He looked like mine.But he wasn’t.“My Mason,” I whispered in my head. “How I love you. How stupid I was to dream.”The tears didn’t fall. Not yet. But they pricked at the corners of my eyes like they were waiting for the perfect moment to betray me.I slipped out from under his arm, slow and careful.The sheets rustled faintly, but he didn’t stir.Typical Mason

MASONAudrey was still talking.Something about baby names now. Maybe curtains. Maybe both.I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the carpet like it held all the answers I didn’t want.“And I was thinking something neutral for the nursery walls, like sage green,” she said, flipping through a Pinterest board on her phone. “Or that dusty blush color that’s in right now. You think sage would feel too cold? Mason?”I blinked.“Hmm?”She gave me a look, half amusement, half impatience. “Are you even listening?”I nodded like I was. “Sage is good.”She brightened. “Right? That’s what I thought. And I found these little bunny prints for the walls. So cute.”Her voice blurred again. She kept going—gender reveals, photographers, dresses for her bump, names that sounded like they came from a baby brand catalog.She was yapping like this was the happiest thing that ever happened to her.Maybe it was.But all I could think was how much I hated myself.I wasn’t even in my