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6Celeste’s POVIt was the smile that did it for me.She leaned too close to him and laughed too hard at something he said. Her hand brushed his forearm casually. Too casually. She knew what she was doing.And so did I.I stood at the front of the lecture hall, pretending to organize my notes. Watching and trying not to react.Eli didn’t pull away. He smiled back. Soft, awkward and endearing. Maybe he thought it was harmless. Maybe it was.But it didn’t feel that way.Not when I’d had him gasping under me three nights ago. Not when I still tasted him on my tongue.She touched him again. And I saw red.***I finished class five minutes early and I couldn’t look at him when he left. He waited by the door like he always did, looking for eye contact or a small smile, maybe. I didn’t give it to him.Instead, I waited until he was out of sight. Then I pulled out my phone and typed one word.Now.***He arrived twenty minutes later but didn’t knock before entering. He knew better by now. I h

8Eli’s POV I noticed something was off before I even had the chance to ask.She didn’t look at me during class. Not once. Usually, I could count on a glance, but today, her eyes skimmed past me like I wasn’t even there.At first, I thought I’d done something wrong. Maybe she was tired. Maybe I crossed a line during our last night together. I replayed it in my head too many times, trying to pinpoint the mistake.After class, I waited. Hung back while the others left. She was gathering her notes in silence.“Hey,” I said.She flinched. Just slightly. Then looked up. “Eli. You shouldn’t be here.”The words felt like a punch in the gut.I stepped closer. “Did I do something?”She shook her head. “No. It’s not you.”“Then what?”She looked around, then walked to the door and closed it, then locked it. Her shoulders dropped.“There was a meeting,” she said, quietly. “A colleague saw us last week. Said we were too close. The Dean asked if I was... involved with a student.”My throat tighte

Brother's best friend x sisterI didn’t expect everything to look exactly the same.The same chipped white mailbox. The same cracks on the driveway. The same porch light that flickered when you walked past it too fast. My mom used to call it “haunted.” My dad swore it was just bad wiring. Neither of them live here anymore, but here I am, pulling into my childhood home with my car full of boxes and a weird tightness in my chest.The plan was simple: stay for a few months, sort things out, figure out my next move.Definitely not: run into my brother’s best friend looking like a damn magazine cover for “hot men with tattoos.”I barely had time to kick the door shut behind me before I heard voices coming from the kitchen. I wasn’t even halfway through dragging my suitcase in when Ryan called out, “Layla? That you?”“Yeah. Who else would be slamming doors like a maniac?”He appeared in the hallway a second later, grinning like the punk he’s always been. He looked a little older, scruff on

3Ryan always had the worst timing. It was like his own super power.“You should come hang out,” he said, leaning against my doorframe. “Pool day. Everyone’s coming over.”I blinked at him, still half-asleep in bed. “Everyone?”“Just the guys. Maybe Sam. I don’t know. Chill vibes. I’m making burgers.”I stretched. “What time?”“Like now? Get your ass outside. It’s sunny.”He left before I could argue.I lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling. My body was still sore. Not in a bad way. In a used way. Even though Jake hadn’t actually… finished things, my body hadn’t stopped reacting since he dropped to his knees in the kitchen. I’d dreamt about him and woke up sticky and needy and a little pissed off.I got up, yanked open my bikini drawer, and stared at my options. The sensible one? The cute polka dot one?No.I picked the black one.Tiny and barely had any fabric. I hadn’t worn it in years. One wrong move and my tit would be out.I didn’t care. I wanted him to stare, to regret

5Jake leaned against my doorway like he owned the place. Like he hadn’t just edged me into insanity just last night and walked away like it was nothing.“You left your shirt in the garage,” he said.I crossed my arms. “You took your time bringing it back.”He didn’t move. “You touch yourself last night?”I blinked. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.”I laughed, mostly to cover the way my thighs clenched. “What if I did?”His jaw flexed. “You don’t do that without asking.”“Since when?”“Since now.” He pushed off the doorframe, walked toward me like he was deciding whether to ruin my life or just my night. “You want me to keep touching you, making you come, all of it… then you follow my rules.”Now, the logical thing was to say no and kick him out, but ot course my mouth moved before my brain. “Fine.”“Say it.”“I won’t touch myself unless you say so.”He tilted his head. “Good girl.”I lasted four hours trying to abide by his rules. It was late, I couldn’t sleep, and I was aching and restle