บททั้งหมดของ $EX EDUCATION WITH 4 HOT STEPBROTHERS: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

ARIA'S POVThe bleacher metal was burning hot under my thighs.I didn't move. I didn't care. My eyes were on number seventeen and nothing else existed."He is literally glowing," Maya whispered beside me, fanning herself with her notebook. "It's not fair. It should not be legal to look like that.""It's just sweat," I said. My throat was dry.It wasn't just sweat.Zane had just scored in the practice scrimmage and now he was celebrating with his team, and somebody handed him one of those big plastic water jugs and he just — tipped his head back and poured it over himself. Not even to drink. Just poured the whole thing over his head, and the water ran down through his dark hair and down his neck and soaked through his practice jersey until it stuck to every line of his chest and stomach, and he laughed and shook his head like a dog, water spraying off in all directions in the afternoon sun.My heart did something embarrassing and complicated in my chest.God."Okay we need to—" Maya st

ARIA’S POVThe next day, the air felt different. It wasn’t just the lingering smell of cheap soap on my skin or the new contacts making my vision crisp. It was a weight, like a storm waiting to break. I walked through the college gates with Maya’s plan in my head and the cold, hard thing in my chest. I was looking for Zane. Instead, I found them.They stood by the main fountain, a solid wall of male energy that seemed to warp the space around them. Reed, leaning against the stone, smirking at something on his phone. Cole, towering and silent, his gaze fixed on nothing. Kai, arms crossed, watching the students pass like a bored king. Jasper, his posture tight, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes.My steps faltered. The courtyard. The pink paint. The torn shirt. Their collective stare that felt like a physical touch. It all slammed back into me, hotter and sharper than before. My new clothes—a simple black skirt and a fitted gray top Maya had picked—suddenly felt like a costume, thin and

ARIA’S POV"Not a love note," she said firmly. "Something real. Something that sounds like a whole, actual person. Something that makes him wonder who wrote it and want to find out." She pointed at me. "You put it in his locker. He reads it. He sees the mind behind the girl who tripped. He comes looking."It was terrifying. It was also the only idea either of us had.I spent two nights on it. I sat in the middle of my enormous, silent bedroom with the occasional thump of bass drifting from down the hall — Kai's room, I'd figured out — and I wrote drafts until they stopped sounding desperate and started sounding like me. Not trying too hard. Not begging. Just honest in a way that had its own kind of confidence.The letter went through seven versions before I kept one.Zane,There's something about you I can't stop thinking about. Maybe it's the way you move — so easy and sure, like you own every room you walk into. Or maybe it's your eyes. Deep and focused and the kind that could take

ARIA’S POVThe cold floor bit through my jeans. I started gathering pages with shaking hands, trying to sort them, trying to keep them in order, while the bell rang and students started flooding out — stepping around me, stepping over my papers, some laughing, most just looking and moving on.Through the open classroom door I saw them.Of course I did.Cole first, turning away from the doorway, his broad back like a wall going up. Reed just behind him, pausing to look in — that familiar faint curious smile — before following Cole. Kai further down the hall, eyes on his phone, not even turning to look.And Jasper, closest to the door.He saw me. I watched it happen — his eyes taking in the scene, me on my knees on the floor surrounded by scattered paper, face burning. Something moved in his expression. He took one step forward into the doorway.My breath caught.Stupid, wild, embarrassing hope.Then Reed's hand shot out. Grabbed Jasper's arm just above the elbow, firm and deliberate. S