All Chapters of MEND ME IF YOU CAN.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aimless, I walked, unsure of where my legs were taking me until I found myself standing right in front of Travian's door. I hadn’t planned this. I hadn’t thought it through. I was just… here. My heart thumped violently inside my chest, torn between knocking or running away before he saw me.Would he chase me away if he opened that door? Or… would he pull me into a hungry, desperate kiss that would silence all the torment between us?I’ve missed him—every inch of him—with every fiber in my body. And deep down, I hope he misses me too. God, I want him too. I want him more than I’ve wanted in a long time.My head was still a restless hurricane of thoughts, loud and unruly, when my hand reached out on its own and knocked gently on the door. I wanted to take this chance. I had to. I needed to be brave—brave enough to let him love me, to open the gates I’ve held shut for far too long.Seconds turned into dragging minutes, and I waited. My heart was screaming inside my chest, barely able to

Then, ever so slowly, he pulled his head back, his lips gliding along my shaft with an agonizing tenderness, only to descend again, taking me whole. He repeated the motion, again and again, every stroke of his mouth building a devastatingly beautiful pleasure inside me. It was so intense, so overwhelming, that I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over, rolling silently down my cheeks like a stream too full to hold back.My breath hitched, and I gasped aloud, crying out his name—the name I had grown to love, to crave, to whisper in the depths of my soul. And when I said it now, it came out like a song, a soft prayer full of longing and awe. It sounded beautiful—more than beautiful, it sounded right. I opened my eyes through the blur of tears, and there he was, still staring up at me with those soulful eyes, now brimming with tears of his own. Yet he never once looked away.That gaze… it anchored me. I felt seen, acknowledged, wanted—no, worshipped. Just as he had promised.His warm,

I watched Travian’s broad back disappear into the kitchen, his silhouette framed by the soft, warm light spilling from within. The faint clatter of pots and dishes reached my ears, a comforting background to the quiet storm still brewing inside me. My heart remained full—swollen with a happiness I couldn't quite describe—as I sat there, nervously playing with my fingers, twining them together and pulling them apart like some fidgety child.Then came a knock. Sudden. Jarring. It pulled me out of the moment like a hand grabbing me by the collar.I blinked and instinctively turned to glance toward the kitchen entrance. Travian was still occupied, his back to me, busy with something I couldn't see. I hesitated for a second, then pushed myself to my feet and made my way toward the door.I was only dressed in one of his oversized long-sleeve shirts, the sleeves covering half of my hands, the hem grazing the top of his boxers that barely hung on my hips. My own clothes were torn—ripped with

I stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawling endlessly below me like a breathing, restless beast. The height was staggering—so high that just looking down made the pit of my stomach twist. The wind tugged at my clothes and hair, cool against my skin, and for a brief second, vertigo teased me, tempting my balance. I wrapped my arms around myself, not out of fear, but to hold in everything that was threatening to break free from inside.Even though it hurts—God, it hurts—I’ve never let myself believe that death was my escape. Not once. And I still won’t. That isn’t my way out. I came here for a reason, not because I’m weak or desperate, but because this rooftop… this strange, windblown ledge above the world… is where Luke asked me to meet him.I don’t know why he always chooses rooftops instead of a café, a park, or literally anywhere safer or more grounded. Maybe he likes the symbolism—being high up, detached, above the noise. Maybe he thinks it’s romantic. I don’t know. But s

Dain insisted I take him to my place.I should’ve said no—God knows I wanted to. The word was on the tip of my tongue, trembling, aching to be spoken. But I couldn’t say it. My throat had closed up, like the fear lodged there had sealed it shut. The fight had drained out of me completely, hollowing me from the inside out. And Dain—he saw that. He sensed it. He always did. That frightening ability to read me like an open book was something I used to find intoxicating. Now, it just felt like a curse.So, with a leaden silence and trembling hands, I led him through the quiet streets. The night air was heavy, thick with something I couldn’t name—shame, maybe. Or dread. My legs moved on instinct, my mind a foggy mess as we walked the narrow path to my building. I didn’t dare look back at him. I didn’t have to. His presence crawled over my skin like ice, invasive and undeniable.We reached my small apartment—a place that was once my sanctuary but now felt like a cage I had built with my own