[Vicky’s POV]Mia and I were out every weekend, chasing parties, bonfires, the kind of nights where we’d stumble home at dawn smelling like smoke, spilled beer, and the faint sweetness of someone else’s cologne. We’d collapse into her bed together, giggling about nothing until sleep finally took us. But even on those wild nights, my mind kept drifting back to her dad. Alex. Every time I walked through their front door, my pulse picked up just a little, hoping he’d be there, hoping for one of those stolen glances that made my stomach flip.I started making excuses to show up without Mia. I’d say I needed her notes for a class, or I wanted to borrow a book, or I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d say hi. All bullshit, of course. I came for him. And he let me. He never called me out on it, never told me to leave. He just watched me with those green eyes that saw too much, and I felt every second of it like a hand sliding up my thigh.The garage gym turned into my favorite place
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