Craving The Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

CHAPTER 61TYLERI woke up to warmth.Not the kind of warmth from sunlight or too many blankets, but the steady, solid kind—the kind that came from a body pressed against mine.Mason’s body.His face was right there, barely inches away. Eyes closed, lashes dark against his skin, mouth relaxed. He looked infuriatingly peaceful, like he hadn’t spent half the week driving me crazy, pushing me to the edge, testing me in ways I never wanted to admit out loud.And God, I hated myself for staring.My chest tightened. My father’s voice filled my head—sharp, clipped, always disgusted. Men don’t do this. It’s unnatural. If you ever—I squeezed my eyes shut, jaw clenched. I’d been carrying that poison for years, shoving every thought, every glance, every impulse into some locked-up corner of myself. Pretending. Performing. Being exactly what he demanded.But here, in this retreat, away from the perfect Reyes family image, I’d already cracked. Mason had kissed me. Touched me. Made me feel things

CHAPTER 63TYLER The next morning, I thought my legs had officially filed for divorce. Every step onto the rink was like a private joke between my thighs and Mason’s smug face. But somehow, I was in a good mood.Yeah, Markus was still throwing his usual daggers from the sidelines — “lazy stride, Reyes,” “you’ll never make nationals if you keep dragging,” “try to skate like you’re not carrying baggage.”Normally, it would’ve ruined me. Today? I just let the insults slide right off me like sweat on the ice.Maybe it was because I’d already been ruined last night. Thoroughly.I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the grin threatening to break my face. If I started smiling mid-drill, the guys would know something was up. Mason caught my eye across the rink, and I swear his smirk nearly sent me flat on my ass.“Reyes, focus!” Markus barked.I nodded like a dutiful soldier, but inside? I was laughing.After drills, I tugged my skates off and stretched out my sore calves. Malik plopped down

MASONThe first thing I saw that morning wasn’t Tyler’s face.It was my phone.And the headline.“Hockey’s Golden Boy Tyler Reyes Caught in Heated Club Kiss.”Underneath, a grainy shot of Tyler in that stupid dim club lighting — some girl straddling him, her mouth mashed against his.Perfect. Just perfect.I stared at it so long I forgot to breathe. My chest went tight, stomach hollow, like someone had sucker-punched me.Last night I’d fallen asleep with him in my arms, his hair in my face, his voice still rasping in my ears. And this morning? The internet thought he was out there tasting random girls like he hadn’t had me moaning under him hours before.I threw my phone onto the pillow and dragged a hand down my face.“Idiot,” I muttered. At him. At me. At all of it.He wasn’t even awake yet — sprawled across his side of the bed, lips parted, looking way too damn peaceful for someone who’d just made me look like a clown.I showered, dressed, and left without waiting for him.Breakfas

TYLERTwo days. That’s how long I’d ignored Mason.Not that it was easy — we shared a damn room. But I’d mastered the art of silence. Eyes on my skates. Hands on my stick. Focus on drills. No lingering glances. No stupid laughs at his dumb jokes. Just ice. Clean, cold, and predictable. Unlike him.By the time practice ended, I was drenched, lungs burning. Exactly how I wanted it. Exhaustion meant less time to think.I yanked off my pads and trudged into the lounge.The second I stepped inside, chaos.Avery was practically draped across Malik’s lap, long legs hanging off one armrest like he owned the place. Malik had his hand shoved in Avery’s face. “Get off me, man. You’re heavy.”Avery grinned, unbothered. “Shut up. You love it.”“I don’t,” Malik said. His ears were red though.“Mmhm.” Avery picked up a chip from the bowl, popped it in his mouth, then leaned closer. “Say that again while looking me in the eye.”The room howled. Damien threw a cushion. “Y’all are disgusting.”I droppe

CHAPTER 69TYLERI was pissed.Not just at Mason, though he was my number one target right now. No, I was pissed at myself too—for caring. For letting his smug little smirk when that retreat staff girl gave him a “special” drink make my chest tighten like I’d swallowed barbed wire.He’d looked happy. Pleased with himself. Like he needed more people drooling over him. Tch.I scoffed out loud as I shoved open the door to our room. “Fan girl. Of course.”I flipped off the light, yanked the blanket up, and rolled onto my side. My pulse was still racing, but I forced my eyes shut. If I could just sleep, maybe I’d forget the whole thing.Fifteen minutes later, the door clicked open.Mason’s footsteps were heavy but unhurried, his shadow cutting across the dark room as he stripped down. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t even glance at me. Just crawled into his bed, rolled onto his back, and went silent.Good. Perfect. Stay over there, Mr. Special Order Drink.Except… I couldn’t sleep.My body ref