Todos los capítulos de WRECK ME QUIETLY: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

MASONI woke up to Sam wrapped around me like a blanket she never wanted to let go of.One leg tossed over mine. Her arm across my chest. Face buried in the space between my shoulder and neck. Her hair was everywhere, wild and soft and completely her.After all that happened yesterday, we both went to bed hungry for each other. I let out a quiet chuckle, low and rough from sleep, careful not to wake her.God.She was really wrapped around me.Like I was hers.Like she knew I was the only place she could breathe.I shifted a little, just enough to wiggle my arm from under her grip so I could feel my fingers again. But I didn’t move more than that. I didn’t want to.I didn’t care that my back was stiff or that the throw pillow had left a dent in my spine.Her warmth was my comfort. A reason to stay still. To breathe a little slower. To remember that despite everything, she was here.She always did this.Held tight in her sleep like she was afraid I might slip through the cracks if she

SAMANTHAThe water shut off, but I stood under it a few seconds longer, eyes closed, trying to breathe like a normal person.My skin was still humming, like every nerve remembered exactly what we did in the dark, twisted hours of the morning. Like it was still happening.I reached for the towel and stepped out, wrapping it around myself as the bathroom mirror slowly cleared.I wiped the fog with my palm and stared at the reflection staring back—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes too soft, too raw. That glow was definitely not from the steam.Mason’s soap lingered on my skin. The scent. The warmth. It was everywhere.I smelled like him, felt like him, still tasted like him.My body hadn’t caught up to the decision my head was trying to make. I should’ve left last night.I said I would. I made the vow in my head, over and over—just this once, no more mistakes, you owe Macey that much. And I meant it.Until his mouth brushed the back of my neck like it had a memory of its own, and my spin

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MASON“Are you mad?” He asked, calm. Too calm.I blinked. “What?”“Are you mad?” He repeated.Mom froze mid-scoop, the mashed potatoes halfway to her plate. Macey’s eyes flicked to me. Even David, who never really looked up from his food, stopped chewing.“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.Dad turned to Mom, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it needed to be said out loud. Then he faced me again.“You told Coach Simmons you don’t want to go pro anymore.”My heart dropped. Just flat-out dropped.I hadn’t expected him to know. Not yet. Not tonight. I thought I had more time to explain it my way.I stayed quiet. Maybe too quiet.“That,” he said, voice rising, “is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. And that’s saying something.”Macey sucked in a breath. David stared at his plate like it was a lifeboat. Even the air felt heavier.“You’ve spent your whole life training,” Dad went on, eyes narrowing. “Years. Early mornings. Injuries. State tourname

SAMANTHAI woke up to warmth.Too much of it.Mason’s arms were locked around my waist like a human seatbelt, his chest pressed firm and solid against my back. His breath fanned hot against my neck, and…Oh.Oh.Something else was pressed against me, too.My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light sneaking through my curtains. I didn’t remember falling asleep.I definitely didn’t remember giving him permission to turn into a literal furnace in the middle of the night.He shifted behind me, just a little, and I felt it again... hard, solid, unmistakable.My breath caught in my throat.He was… yeah. Very much there. And very much hard.I should’ve moved. I should’ve slid out of bed like a normal person with boundaries and self-respect.But instead, I just… lay there. Stupidly still. Caught between logic and the ache blooming low in my stomach.His arms tightened around me in his sleep, pulling me closer like his body knew mine. Like it had already made the decision