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The storm hit harder than expected. Rain slapped the lakehouse windows like wild applause, and thunder cracked overhead, shaking the glass in its frame. I hugged my cardigan tighter around me as I stepped into the living room, expecting silence—only to find a shirtless Jace sprawled across the leather couch, feet propped up, beer in hand. “What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped. He didn’t even flinch. “Nice to see you too, princess.” My stomach flipped at the nickname—one he knew I hated, and one he never stopped using. His lips twisted into that maddening half-smirk, eyes scanning me from my damp hair down to the tight shirt I probably shouldn’t have worn. “I thought Mom and Dave were taking you with them to that couple’s retreat.” “They tried,” he said with a shrug. “But I got kicked out of Sam’s apartment. Needed somewhere dry to crash. Didn’t expect to have company.” Of course he didn’t. No one ever expected me. I was the quiet one. The polite one. The one who b

The storm hit just after midnight.Thunder rolled like a growl across the mountain. Rain pelted the windows in angry sheets. And then—with a sudden flicker—the lights went out.I lay in bed for a moment, listening. The whole cabin was dark, quiet, but I knew I wasn’t the only one awake.The house felt… charged. Like something was about to happen.I slipped out of bed and pulled on my silk robe—thin, barely-there, barely tied. No underwear. No shame.I padded barefoot down the creaky stairs, candle in hand. The living room glowed dimly—soft light from a few candles someone had already lit. Probably Noah. He was the sweet one.But it wasn’t Noah I saw first.It was Luca—shirtless, sprawled on the couch, drink in hand again. The candlelight danced over his abs and tattoos, his smirk lazy but sharp.“Well, well,” he murmured. “Look who couldn’t sleep.”I didn’t answer. I just walked to the couch, letting the robe shift open ever so slightly as I sat between him and Noah, who was curled up

The silence stretched between us like a live wire.Mason stood frozen in the middle of my room, the door closed behind him, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of his jaw. I could feel the heat radiating from his body—close but not touching.“I’m serious,” I whispered, my fingers still hooked in the waistband of my pants—his pants—well, my pants, technically.He looked down at my hand, then back at my face. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, like something inside him had finally snapped free.“You want me to earn them?” he said slowly, voice rough.I nodded. “Take them off. Let me watch.”His jaw flexed, and then—without a word—he reached for the waistband and began to lower them.But not fast.Painfully slow. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he pushed them over his hips, revealing the thick bulge straining in his black boxers. The pants pooled at his ankles.He stepped out of them and kicked them aside like they didn’t matter anymore.My mouth went dry.He was s

Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since the night I slept with my stepbrother. Since the night Caleb kissed me like I was oxygen, touched me like he’d been starving, and moved inside me like we were made for each other. Since I ran from him without looking back. I hadn’t spoken to him since. He texted me once. “Are we going to talk about it?” I didn’t reply. What was I supposed to say? “Hey, I let you screw me without protection and now I’m panicking every time I pee?” No thanks. I paced my bedroom floor, my nerves stretched thin, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the unopened pregnancy test on my desk. I’d stared at the box for twenty minutes. I could already feel the truth sitting heavy in my gut. Late. Sore. Nauseous when I brushed my teeth that morning. Something was wrong. No—something was different. I finally snatched the test off the desk and marched to the bathroom, heart thudding like a war drum. Minutes passed. I couldn’t breathe as I