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Always River.

Noah's Pov.River, River, River. Fuck, he has been on my mind.Ever since he bailed on our plan to watch the boys play soccer, claiming he had something urgent to do, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. His voice, his smile, the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. It's been messing with my head all damn day. I tried to distract myself, I really did, but nothing was working. Not until Amber texted.Hot neighbor. Older, confident, and clearly into me. Her text was short and sweet, "Pasta and wine tonight? Just us." I didn’t even hesitate. Maybe this would help get my mind off River, even if just for a little while.I dropped my bag on the couch and dragged myself to the shower. Hot water poured down my back, relaxing my muscles, but my thoughts still wandered. River laughing, River biting his lower lip when he was thinking, River walking around shirtless after practice... I groaned and forced myself to shake it off.Tonight was about Amber. Not River.I threw

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-21

Playground

Noah's Pov.Her body was flushed pink, covered in sweat and glowing under the soft lamplight in her apartment. I was lying on my back, breathing heavily after round two, when she climbed on top of me again without warning, straddling my thighs, her eyes gleaming with that same hungry look.“No rest?” I asked, half-laughing, half-exhausted.“Not until I can’t walk,” she smirked, reaching down to stroke me slowly, fingers wrapping around my half-hard cock. “You’ve got more in you, I know you do.”I groaned, head tilting back against the pillow as she stroked me to full length again with practiced hands, slow, firm, teasing. Her touch was addicting.She leaned down, licking a stripe up the length of me, her tongue hot and wet. My body jolted. She didn’t even hesitate before taking me fully into her mouth, gagging softly as her lips kissed my base, her eyes locked on mine. Her mouth was like heaven—wet, warm, desperate.“Sh*t, Amber,” I hissed, fingers tangling into her hair, letting her

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-21

About Elliot.

River's POV Noah’s arms wrapped around me like he didn’t even think about it, like running out here in the middle of the night, improperly dressed and breathless, was something he’d just do without question. I stood there frozen for a second. The swing creaked behind me as it moved in the wind, but I couldn’t move. My hands just hung there at first, like they didn’t know what to do. Then, slowly, I lifted them and rested them on his back. Just a light touch. Barely there. But it still felt like too much and not enough all at once. We stayed like that for a while, longer than maybe we should have but it didn’t matter. It was quiet, and warm, and I let myself feel okay in his arms. Then a car drove by in the distance, and we both shifted, just slightly. He pulled back and looked at me. Really looked. His brows pulled together, like he could feel everything even if I didn’t say it. “What happened?” he asked, voice low. I sat back down on the swing, wrapping my hands arou

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-22

One I love Or One I raised.

Daniel's POVWhen I got home, everything looked the same. The same living room with its soft yellow lights glowing quietly in the corners. The same faint scent of Olivia’s chamomile tea lingering in the air, like it had soaked into the walls. The same pile of unread magazines on the coffee table. Familiar. Still.But everything inside me felt different.It was like something had shifted in me and I couldn’t shift it back. River’s lips. River’s voice. The way he looked at me like I mattered—not as a father, not as a friend of his parents, but as a man. As someone he saw.And then Elliot.Standing there in the doorway. Looking at us.I’d replayed that moment a hundred times on the drive home. The way his face froze, how his eyes moved—shock first, like he couldn’t believe what he saw, then something else. Something worse.Betrayal.I didn’t remember driving home. My hands had just held the wheel while my head spun, while my chest stayed tight the whole time. I kept hearing his voice in

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-23

You Can't Have Both.

River's Pov.I stared at my phone like it had just slapped me.Elliot: Can we meet at Old Paul's?That was it.No emojis. No jokes. No follow-ups.Just those seven words, sitting heavy on my screen like a storm cloud.I was still in class when the message came in. The professor was talking about something—maybe economic theory or some policy thing—but the words on the board blurred into each other. My pen hovered over my notebook, but the page stayed blank. Like my brain had just shut down.My chest tightened. My thumb hovered over the screen.Sure. After class.I sent it. Fast. Before I could think too hard or try to back out. Then I shoved my phone in my pocket like it had burned me and stared straight ahead, pretending everything was fine. Pretending my heart wasn’t thudding against my ribs like a warning.The air in the room felt off. Too thick. Too quiet and too loud at the same time. People were typing, flipping pages, even laughing quietly near the back. But none of it reached

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-24

Was Everything A Mistake?

River's Pov.It had been two days since Old Paul’s. Two long, slow days that felt like they were dragging themselves across my skin. Two days since Elliot looked me in the eye, his voice steady but his face full of pain, and asked me to walk away from his dad.And I did.Since then, silence. My phone sat on my nightstand like a reminder. A quiet, glowing screen that didn’t light up with Daniel’s name. I didn’t call him either. My fingers hovered over his number more than once, but I never pressed it. And Elliot—he didn’t say a word. Not in person, not through texts. Nothing.It was like I was floating, weightless, but not in a good way. More like I was lost in the middle of a huge ocean with no land in sight. Or maybe I was falling and just hadn’t hit the ground yet. Either way, it felt endless.On the outside, I looked fine. I kept showing up. I went to class, sat in my seat, nodded at the right moments. I laughed when I was supposed to, answered questions when I was called on. I sat

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-25

His Pov.

Noah's Pov.I’m not the type to fall apart.At least, I didn’t think I was.I always thought I had it all together. I was the one people leaned on. The one who stayed calm when everything else went sideways. The one who smiled even when things felt hard. I’ve always been good at hiding my feelings, like stuffing them into a box and pushing it to the back of the closet. Out of sight. Out of mind.But lately… something’s changed. Something feels different. Off. Like I’m not quite myself, and I don’t know why.Or maybe I do.Maybe it’s because of him.River.I don’t know when it started. I really don’t. It wasn’t a big moment. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It just… happened. Quietly. Slowly. All at once. One day we were friends, just that and then something changed. A look that lingered too long. A smile that hit too deep. A laugh that stayed with me even after it faded.And now, I can’t stop thinking about him.He’s everywhere in my mind. In the way I hear his name even when no one says i

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-25

A Gift.

River’s POVSleep was impossible last night. I tossed and turned until the sheets were tangled around me like vines I couldn’t get free from. I flipped my pillow over, hoping the cool side would help, but it didn’t. The room was quiet—too quiet. That kind of silence that makes your thoughts sound louder.And mine were everywhere.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Elliot’s voice. Not full sentences, just pieces. Bits that stuck, that refused to let go. Things he said at Old Paul’s… things I didn’t want to think about, but couldn’t shake off either. It was like his words were stitched into my brain, and no amount of tossing or turning could pull them out.Just when I thought I might finally drift off, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I ignored it at first. Maybe it was some late-night notification or a random app trying to get my attention. But then it buzzed again. And this time, the screen lit up, the glow cutting through the dark.I reached over and grabbed it, hoping for nothin

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-26

Gift Exchange.

River’s POVThe sun wasn’t all the way down yet when I got to the Community Field. It was hanging low, casting everything in that soft golden light that only shows up near the end of fall. The sky had that quiet glow, and the air was cool enough to make me breathe a little deeper. Not cold, just enough to remind you it was getting late, that the day was winding down.I walked past the old chain-link fences, the ones with little gaps and bends from years of kids kicking balls and climbing on them. The wooden benches nearby were just as familiar—faded, creaky, a little lopsided. A couple of parents sat there talking, sipping coffee from paper cups while keeping half an eye on their kids. The kids were all over the place, chasing a ball, yelling like they had no volume control, laughing like life was easy. And maybe it was for them.Then I saw him, Noah.Even from a distance, he stood out. He always did. Tall, steady, like the field itself was part of him. He was leaning on one of the go

Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-26

Wasn't Mine Anymore.

Daniel’s POVIt was Olivia’s idea to eat out on Sunday.She called it a small celebration, for Elliot’s full recovery and a little farewell dinner before Luciana left to spend the rest of her vacation with her family. She sounded so cheerful when she brought it up, like everything was finally starting to feel normal again. Like we were all okay.I nodded and went along with it. I didn’t have the heart to say no. Even if the thought of sitting across from Elliot, pretending nothing was broken between us, made my stomach twist. Since the night we talked—no, argued, he’d been keeping his distance. Polite, like always, but cold. He wasn’t angry, not on the outside. But I could feel it.And I didn’t blame him.I blamed myself.St. Lucie’s was one of Olivia’s favorite spots. The kind of place where the lights were soft and warm, where the tables were dressed in white linens and silver cutlery that caught the candlelight just right. The quiet background music hummed like a memory, tucked ben

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