Semua Bab TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM): Bab 41 - Bab 45

Seth’pov I felt better todayNot good. Not clean. But better.Sleep hit different when you cum hard enough to forget your own name. Still, I didn’t look at my sheets when I got up. Just peeled out of them like they were crime scene evidence and tossed them in the corner. My body was sore in places I didn’t want to admit. I didn’t think too hard about what that meant.The drive to school was quiet, at first. Jeremy scrolled on his phone, legs kicked up on the dashboard like he owned the car. He always acted like that—like he had nowhere to be and everywhere to go.I was the one gripping the steering wheel like it might float away.“You know,” I said eventually, eyes still on the road. “I told you last night… there’s no harm in trying.”He looked up. Smirked. “Trying what, exactly?”I glanced at him. “Byron.”His eyebrows jumped. “You mean, like—”“Yeah.”“You’re gonna hook up with him?”I shrugged. “Just once.”Jeremy let out a dramatic oohhhh , followed by a snort. “You’ll be tapp

SETH'S POV I kissed him at the fucking door like I was starving. Like he was my first breath after drowning. His mouth opened easy for me, tongue slick and sweet like he’d been waiting for it all day—like his whole body had. Byron made a low noise in the back of his throat, like something torn out of him, and then he fucking came . Right there. Pressed up against me, barely touched—just my kiss and his need. I felt the warmth soak through his sweats and into my jeans and I damn near lost it. My hand stayed on the back of his neck, my breath dragging between us, heavy with the weight of everything that had just shifted between us."Tomorrow," I said, forehead pressed to his, voice rough. "After class. I'll come by. We’ll go on a date, an actual one. I’ll plan it. All of it. Something stupid and normal so you can sit across from me and let me watch you fucking glow."His eyes flickered wide, boyish and stunned. That bright flush crept up his throat, painting his cheeks pink as he t

SETHS POV.he was already out by the time i closed the door, not a care in the fucking world, like he didn’t just rip my goddamn heart out six months ago and mail it back to me in pieces.Miguel.in my bed. tucked in like he never left. like he hadn’t ghosted me. like he hadn’t vanished and made me think he was dead. and now he was telling me to calm down?fuck that.I stood outside my bedroom door too long. just… breathing. trying to remember how to fucking move, how to exist now that he was here again. The scent of him still clinging to my hoodie like it had claws. My hands smelled like him too. my lips. Every part of me was buzzing with some leftover static from that kiss, from the weight of his body slamming into mine like he’d been starving, like it was the only meal he wanted.God.but I had to leave.i had to move .so I shoved myself forward, one foot after the other, dragging my ass down the hallway. thinking maybe i’d hit the kitchen, grab coffee, scream into a mug or som