Todos os capítulos de WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Sara’s POVI was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the faint ticking sound coming from somewhere in the hallway. The room was dark except for the small lamp on the nightstand that gave off a soft yellow glow. I should’ve been asleep by now, but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning — about school, about Mum, about being here in this huge house that didn’t feel like mine.Then I heard it — the quiet sound of my door creaking open.I froze. My first thought was that maybe Mrs. Li needed something, but when I turned my head, I saw him. Archer.He stood there in the doorway, his hand still resting on the knob. The hallway light spilled over him, outlining his tall frame and making the shadows play across his chest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was messy, falling slightly over his forehead, and there was something almost lazy about the way he leaned against the doorframe, like he wasn’t supposed to be there — bu

Sara’s POVMorning came too soon, dragging me out of a restless sleep filled with weird dreams I didn’t want to think about. The alarm blared beside me, loud and annoying, and I smacked it until it went quiet. I groaned, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before forcing myself to sit up.My room in the mansion still felt unreal. The soft cream-colored curtains, the fancy mirror, the huge bed that could probably fit three of me—it all screamed not my world. Back home, my room had peeling paint and a creaky fan that buzzed all night. This place was too perfect. Too quiet.I sighed and got up, grabbing my school uniform from the chair where I’d left it last night. After slipping it on, I brushed my hair into a ponytail and looked at my reflection. My eyes looked a little puffy, probably from not sleeping well. And maybe—just maybe—because I’d dreamed about Archer. Again. I quickly pushed that thought away.By the time I was ready, my stomach was rumbling. I slung my bag over my sho

Sara’s POVI froze mid-movement. My fingers stayed wrapped around the handle, but I didn’t turn around. That nickname—princess—made my stomach flip in the worst and best way. I didn’t trust myself to look at him because I knew the moment I did, my face would betray me. So I just nodded slightly, hoping my voice wouldn’t shake if I said anything. “Uh, sure. Bye.”I pushed the door open and stepped out into the morning air. It felt cooler than before, sharp against my warm skin. I shut the door behind me, trying to act like my legs weren’t weak and that my entire body wasn’t tingling from how close we’d been just moments ago.The sound of the car’s engine hummed behind me, soft but steady, and I could feel his gaze still on me. Heavy. Warm. Like a touch that didn’t quite fade, even when I started walking away. I told myself not to look back. Just keep walking, Sara. Pretend like it doesn’t matter.But of course, it did.When I couldn’t resist anymore, I turned my head just a little.Arc

Sara’s POVWhen I got to the ice rink, the sound hit me first — sharp and echoing. The scrape of skates cutting into the ice, the thud of the puck hitting the boards, the faint laughter of boys who thought they owned the place. The air was freezing, biting at my cheeks the second I walked in, and I could see my breath in tiny white clouds. I tugged my hoodie tighter around me and looked around, feeling a little out of place.Then I saw him.Or rather, I saw his name. The word KING was printed in bold white letters across the back of his dark jersey. It was impossible to miss. Archer moved across the ice like he was born there — fast, smooth, effortless. The way his body shifted and turned, the way the muscles in his arms flexed when he swung his stick… it was kind of hard not to stare.I told myself I wasn’t staring. Just observing. Like a normal person would.Right.He shouted something to one of his teammates, and even his voice carried authority. People listened. He was clearly the

Sara’s POVThe café was glowing softly under the evening lights when we got there. The big glass windows gave off that warm, golden look that made it feel cozy and alive. Inside, people sat in twos and threes, laughing, talking, sipping from cups. The faint smell of coffee, sugar, and caramel filled the air, and I swear my stomach gave a little happy flutter.Archer held the door open for me, and I walked in, trying to act normal. He didn’t even ask what I wanted before he told the cashier, “Two chocolate milkshakes.” His tone was casual but firm, like he was used to ordering for people. The cashier—a pretty blonde girl—smiled at him like she’d just met a movie star. I looked away quickly before I rolled my eyes.He paid, of course. I tried to say something about splitting the cost, but he just gave me a look that made it clear there was no point arguing. So I didn’t.When our milkshakes were ready, he took both cups and nodded for me to follow. Instead of sitting inside, he led me ba