CHAPTER 101— Taking a break

Harold did not sleep.I knew this because I did not sleep either, and every time I opened my eyes, he was still there.Sometimes he sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together so tightly his knuckles went pale. Other times he stood by the window, staring into the night like it might answer questions he had not dared to ask out loud. He barely moved. Barely blinked.It made something uneasy coil in my chest.I did not know him. Not really. But I knew this was not how someone who felt safe behaved.“Harold,” I whispered at some point, my voice cutting softly through the dark.He turned immediately, like he had been waiting for my voice alone. “Did I wake you?”I shook my head. “You look… worried.”He let out a breath that sounded too sharp to be relief. “I am.”He came closer, sat beside me again. The mattress dipped with his weight. His presence felt solid. Grounding.“I keep thinking,” he said quietly, “that someone has already hurt you twice. That means th

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CHAPTER 102— Living in bliss

But before we could go back, I stretched my hands, and called out to him. “We should remain.”I burst out in mild anxiety, my fingers suddenly fisting up at his silence. “Never mi— “ I tried to mumble. But he cut me off immediately.“If you wish it, then I have no choice, let's breathe for a little while more.”And that set a firework display show in my heart.We stayed.Not because we were hiding, not because we were afraid to return, but because Harold looked at me and said, “Let’s breathe for a while,” and something in my chest loosening anytime I remember it.The human realm felt perfect. No pack politics. No watching eyes. No layered intentions hidden beneath polite smiles. Just people living, moving, existing without knowing how fragile my life had become.We rented a small house near the edge of a town that smelled of rain and warm bread. It had white walls, creaking wooden floors, and a narrow balcony that caught the sun in the late afternoons. Harold chose it because it was

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CHAPTER 103— Apprehension

I woke with the strange certainty that I had been awake for a long time before my eyes opened.The room was quiet. Not the fragile kind of quiet that trembles, but the deep settled kind that comes from safety. Morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and gentle, touching the edges of the furniture like it was afraid to intrude. For a moment, I lay still and listened to my own breathing, slow and even, and tried to decide how I felt about being alive today.That was the first odd thing. I did not feel bad. I did not feel afraid. But I also did not feel anchored.Harold lay beside me, one arm heavy across my waist, his presence solid and warm. My body reacted instantly to him, leaning closer, fitting against him with an ease that felt practiced. Familiar. Too familiar. As though my skin remembered things my mind could not reach.I watched his face while he slept. The slight crease between his brows. The way his lashes cast shadows against his cheeks. There was love in me when I

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CHAPTER 104— Back to base.

The next morning began with me burning the toast.I didn't slightly turn it brown. Not politely crisping the edges, it was to the point where the smoke alarm screamed like it had been personally offended.I stood frozen in the kitchen, staring at the blackened slices in my hand while the alarm shrieked overhead. My first instinct was panic. My second was to wave the toast uselessly at the ceiling like that might fix it.“Pearl,” Harold called from down the hall, voice thick with sleep. “Why does it sound like the house is dying.”“I think the toast hates me,” I shouted back.That earned me a laugh. An actual laugh. Warm and unrestrained.He appeared a moment later, hair still mussed, shirt half buttoned, looking far too handsome for someone who had clearly just woken up. He took one look at the smoking toaster, the ruined bread, and me standing there holding evidence of my crime.“You know,” he said calmly, “most people remove the toast before it becomes coal.”“I was distracted,” I s

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Todos os capítulos de SINFUL KNOT LUSTING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 104

CHAPTER 101— Taking a break

CHAPTER 102— Living in bliss

CHAPTER 103— Apprehension

CHAPTER 104— Back to base.