Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rivals Or Lovers: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Kyle POVBut as he started to tug at my pants, I hesitated. "Wait," I said, pushing at his chest. "I haven't...I mean, I've never..."Champ paused, looking down at me with concern. "Never what?" he asked, his voice gentle.I felt my face heat up. "I've never done this before," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, with a guy. I don't know what I'm doing."Champ's expression softened. He leaned down, brushing a kiss against my forehead. "Hey, it's okay," he said. "We can take it slow. I'll guide you."I nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed. "Okay," I said. "Just, be gentle with me, okay?"Champ smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Always," he promised.He leaned in, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. As we kissed, his hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me. He took his time, kissing and caressing me until I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.When he finally pulled back, I was panting. "I want to touch you," I said, my voice rough with

Ethan POV“Look who’s finally here,” I said, leaning against the counter as Kyle walked into the house.He paused at the doorway, sunlight spilling over him, and I swear the bastard was glowing. His hair was a little out of place, his lips had that telltale redness, and there was this faint, smug calm around him like someone who’d just done something he shouldn’t have but absolutely didn’t regret.Marco let out a low whistle. “My goodness, why is he shining like some diamond?”Kyle’s eyes darted to him, and he let out a short laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I went to my parents’ penthouse last night. Wanted to spend the night there.”“Uh-huh.” Marco folded his arms, grinning. “And did you spend the night alone, Mr. Diamond?”“Of course,” Kyle said smoothly, though his voice carried that too easy tone, the kind people use when they’re hiding something.I raised an eyebrow, watching him walk toward the living room. He dropped his bag on the couch and sat down, stretching his le

Ethan’s POVWhy was I picking up clothes like I was going on a damn date?I stared at my reflection for a long second, holding a shirt in one hand and frowning at myself in the mirror. What the hell was I doing?This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. It was just Ryan. The same Ryan who once threw a shoe at my face during training because I called him a “princess.” The same Ryan who snobbed me because he hated me. Ryan I couldn't get of my mind.So why was I… fixing my hair? If course because I couldn't get him out of my head.“Oh my God,” I muttered, running both hands through my hair and groaning. “I’ve officially lost it.”Still, I ended up tucking in the damn shirt. It was light gray, fitting just right and somehow made me look less like the disaster I usually was.I grabbed my car keys before I could change my mind.The drive there wasn’t long, but my head was louder than the engine.What was I even going to say?“Hey, Ryan, remember that time I yelled at you in front of everyone?

Ryan’s POVThe moment Ethan turned and walked away, the world went silent.I stood there, frozen, my own heartbeat too loud in my ears. The words I had thrown at him, 'I don’t like you' kept replaying in my head like a cruel echo.God, why did I say it like that?I meant to sound calm. I meant to keep things simple. But the way it came out… sharp, cold, final like I had just slammed a door on something fragile.And it broke him.I saw it.I saw his face fall.By the time I realized what I had done, he was already gone.My knees felt weak, so I turned and headed behind the training ground, toward the small wooded area near the back of the field where we usually practiced before. It was quiet there and private.The second I sat on the bench, it hit me like a punch to the chest.I bent over, gripping my knees, and the first sob tore through me before I could stop it. My voice was rough, shaky, full of everything I had been trying to hold in.“He’s such an idiot,” I muttered under my brea

Champ POV“Oh my God.” Surprise washed over me as I caught sight of those two cuddled together in the small hospital bed. Thank goodness the others were outside, if Marco, Kyle, or Ash had seen this, they’d probably have died from sheer embarrassment.Ryan looked up, eyes widening when he realized someone had walked in. “Champ…” His voice was quiet, tense like he didn’t want to explain.I raised my hands, trying to act casual. “Relax, I didn’t hear anything. Just… didn’t expect this.” My eyes flicked between them, trying not to stare too hard.Ethan rubbed his eyes, still groggy, sitting up slowly. “Champ…” His voice was hoarse, but there was a hint of mischief there now. “Uh… it’s… fine. I’m awake.”Ryan’s hand instinctively moved to my side, just a fraction too close to Ethan’s bandages, and Ethan winced reflexively. “Careful,” I teased softly from the doorway. “Don’t get him in trouble again.”"Wait a minite. I thought you don't remember Ethan? Why did you call Champ's name?"Ethan