Alle Kapitel von Puck Me, One More Time: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Ken's POV.Go on then." I sent the look right at him in a specific way that didn't need much explanation. "Enjoy your favourite parts." I paused once, just long enough. "I promise I won't stop you."You can judge me for being naughty but this is who I am and what I want to be as long as Liam is involved."You sure?" He said it with that same energy coming right back at me — steady, warm, and carrying something underneath it that matched exactly what I had just put in the room. His eyes hadn't moved from mine. "Not scared I am going to get away?"I looked at him.The sketchbook was forgotten close to the bed beside him. And the pencil was somewhere on the floor where it had landed and stayed, even after he picked it up the first time. The whole careful, composed tutor energy he had walked into this room with had packed its bags somewhere around the time his hand started shaking, and what was sitting across from me now was a version of Liam that I had been catching glimpses of for weeks

Ken's POVIt was a little difficult at first — the kind of difficulty that came with care and making sure the other person was okay before anything else — but once that passed, it was just the two of us and the night and everything that came with finally being in a space where nothing needed to be held back anymore.The feeling was second to none.I kissed his neck through most of it…slowly, like I had nowhere else to be, like this moment was the only one that existed — and somewhere between the warmth of him, the quiet of the room and the way he kept saying my name when things got to be too much, it became the clearest yet most uncomplicated thing I had felt in a long time.It was just this moment that mattered at this point.It was safe to say it was the best intimate night I had ever had in my life. And I had meant every single word of what I said earlier — every inch of him was worth every second of patience it had taken to get here.*****Liam's POVI got home in the morning.The

Liam's Mum's POVThe first thing I was aware of was the ceiling.It was white and still…The kind of ceiling you didn't recognise immediately because it wasn't yours.I lay there for a moment, just breathing, letting my eyes adjust to the light and my mind catching up to where my body already was. There was a dull heaviness across my chest…not sharp, just present in the steady and quiet sound of a machine somewhere close by doing its job without being asked.Then the memory came back. Not all at once but in pieces, the way things came back when your body had been through something. The kitchen, the sudden feeling of the floor tilting and the process of reaching for the counter… and not quite getting there.After that, nothing as my brain went blank after that until now.I turned my head slowly and took in the room around me. The drip line running from my arm. The monitor beside the bed with its small, patient display. The particular quality of light that only existed in hospitals — too

Ms. Scott's POV"It's already done," I said, keeping my voice low even though my office door was closed and the corridor outside was quiet.The call with Ann had been brief. That was how she preferred things…quick, clean, no details left sitting in the air longer than necessary…in the little time I have got to know her. She had a particular way of conducting these conversations that made them feel like they had never happened, which I suspected was entirely intentional on her part."And so, I believe that Ken will be here soon," I added. "I played my card well.""Are you really sure about this?" Ann's voice came back through the phone, measured and cool."Don't worry about that, Ms. Ann," I said.The line went dead from her end before I finished the sentence.I set the phone down on the desk and sat in silence for a moment. The folder was already in front of me — printed, prepared, double-checked. The scores inside reflected what Ann needed them to reflect, not what Ken had actually g

Liam's POVThe moment we were outside Ms. Scott's door and it had clicked shut behind us, Ken turned to me with that look he got when he was trying to figure out what was happening faster than the information was arriving."Liam." He said my name the way he said it when he wanted answers and was deciding how patient to be about getting them. "Where are you going? What are you about to do?""I need you to go," I said, keeping my voice low and even.His expression shifted immediately. "Go? What do you mean go? This is about my result…my dad, my…""Ken." I stopped walking and turned to face him directly. "I know. That's exactly why I need you to let me handle this part." I held his eyes long enough for him to understand I wasn't brushing him off. "If you come with me where I'm going, it might end up getting complicated. Trust me on this one."He looked at me for a moment — that specific look of someone who had a lot more to say and was choosing, with some effort, not to say it."Fine." H