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—•TRISTAN•—I’m about to lose my bloody mind.I thought I could restrain myself. God knows I’ve been trying.I thought I had more control than this. That I was stronger than this.But as June stares up at me with those doe eyes—glassy, bewildered, and so fucking innocent—I lose all sense of reason, and every last brick I’ve spent years carefully laying comes crashing down.The walls of the cold, unfeeling bastard I've forced myself to become collapse in an instant, crumbling into rubble at my feet as though they were never there to begin with.If it were up to me right now—if I allowed myself even a sliver of what I truly want—I’d crash my lips against hers and kiss the fuck out of her.Until she’s gasping for air.Until the only thing her pretty little head can think of is the feel of my mouth on hers and the taste of my tongue.I’d swallow every whimper, every moan, every desperate little sound she makes and I’d still crave more.Fuck.Fucking hell.I really have lost it, haven’t I?

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~*JUNE*~What the fuck is wrong with my heart?Why can’t it stop beating so damn fast?Ever since I left Mr. Macaulay’s office, it’s been pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free.Each beat slams through my chest like a freight train barreling downhill, completely out of control, with no brakes and absolutely no signs of slowing the hell down.I swear to God, I’m starting to think I’m about to have a heart attack.Christ save me.I press my palms against my cheeks and nearly yank them away.They're burning.Actual heat radiates off my skin like I've been standing too close to a fire, and my heart is still trying to punch its way out of my chest.What the fuck is going on with my body?Maybe I should schedule a checkup or something because there has to be something wrong with me. This isn't normal. None of this is normal.And it's all because of Mr. Macaulay and the endless nonsense that comes out of his mouth.Somehow, every ridiculous thing he says worms its way under

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~*JUNE*~Seeing Andrew sends a strange feeling rippling through my chest—one I don't expect.It isn't longing. It isn't shock.It certainly isn’t the desperate, soul-crushing ache I've spent months bracing myself to feel the second I see him again.No.It's annoyance.Pure, unfiltered, bone-deep annoyance that surges through my veins like someone has lit a fuse beneath my skin.For weeks, I've been avoiding Andrew—taking different routes, steering clear of places he might be, and even stopped going to my favorite coffee shop because he frequents it—all because I'm terrified of this exact moment.Terrified that seeing him will undo me.That one look at his face will send me spiraling back into that desperate, heartbroken girl who can't imagine existing without him.Because I used to be that girl.I built an entire future around Andrew in my head, picturing myself in a white dress walking down the aisle toward him, imagining sweet, quiet moments, a life unfolding side by side, growing ol

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~*JUNE*~Am I a terrible person?Probably.Because the second those words leave Andrew’s mouth, a laugh tries to burst out of me.I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep it trapped.My teeth sink into the soft flesh, and the sharp sting of pain is the only thing that stops the sound from escaping.A tiny, vicious part of me is having the time of its life right now.Serves him right.Serves him so perfectly, so completely, so beautifully right that I almost want to applaud.Karma truly is a bitch that exists.And judging by the look on Andrew's face, she didn't just show up.She marched right up to him and slapped him across his pathetic, cheating face with enough force to leave a handprint.Good.I'm glad Maddie left his worthless ass.I'm glad she used him and tossed him aside the same way he tossed me aside.Now he knows what it feels like to be second choice. To be the backup plan. To be nothing more than a placeholder. To be the person someone settles for while they'

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~*JUNE*~This morning, I woke up horny as hell.Thanks to Mr. Macaulay deciding to waltz through my goddamn subconscious like he owned the place. Again.But this time, the dream was completely different.It wasn’t the usual one where he catches sight of me and we end up having sex immediately.In last night's dream, he sat in a wooden chair opposite me, completely naked, legs spread wide with one hand wrapped around his thick, long cock.He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his head tipped back and lips parted as each rough exhale vibrated through the silence.His jaw clenched with every stroke, muscles flexing in a way that made my mouth water.He looked so fucking hot.So devastatingly, dangerously hot.I just stood there, watching him stroke his cock while his breathing grew heavier. His hips lifted slightly into his own hand, a low grunt escaping his throat.The sound of it... God, I can still hear it ringing in my ears.And thinking about it right now? It sends a sudden, slick

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~*JUNE*~So much for self-control.My brain has officially flatlined, and my instincts are running the entire show.It makes no sense—why the fuck is my pulse skyrocketing just because Mr. Macaulay is a few inches away?And, worst of all, I can’t seem to stop grabbing every tiny opportunity to look at him.My eyes keep drifting sideways, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his throat moves when he swallows, and the spread of his thighs in those expensive pants.I catch myself staring at his hand resting on his knee. Instantly, the memory of that same hand wrapped around his thick cock in my dream, stroking slowly and deliberately, burns into my mind.A blush creeps from my neck and rises in my cheeks.Despite the intense cold in the car, I feel the heat radiating off his body, and every single nerve ending in my skin is acutely aware of it.My thighs press together involuntarily as the slick heat between my legs grows wetter, more insistent.Fuck.Brain, I need you to cooperate

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—•TRISTAN•—Teasing June has become a deliciously addictive game, one I find myself looking forward to far more than I should.The truth is, I enjoy every second of it.I enjoy watching the tiny shifts in her expression whenever I tease her—the slight twitch of her eyes, the way her lips part unconsciously, and the adorable fluster that always follows.Every little reaction is fascinating, and I can't seem to get enough of them."Kiss... you?" she repeats, her lips moving as she struggles to force the words out.She's flustered.I can see it in the blush creeping up her neck and spilling across her cheeks, a lovely pink warmth blooming over her skin like honey in the sunlight.Her fingers tighten around my jacket for a fleeting moment before she seems to realize what she's doing.Gently, I slide my hand over hers and ease my jacket from her grip.The contact makes her blink several times, as though she's only just returned to reality.I pull back slightly, putting a little distance bet

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—•TRISTAN•—The bass from 049 Club pounds through the floor, a deep, relentless pulse that vibrates up my legs as I push open the door to the VIP section.Inside, the air is thick with expensive champagne and too much cologne, while dim amber lights gleam off the rows of bottles lined across the tables like soldiers awaiting orders."Look at the man of the hour!" Jason's voice cuts through the music, loud and slurred.I spot him immediately at the far end of the booth, sprawled across the leather seat in a dropped-shoulder charcoal tee and distressed black jeans, a magnum of champagne clutched in one hand like a trophy.Sammie sits opposite him in an unbuttoned khaki utility shirt layered over a sleek black ribbed tank, paired with matching slim-fit cargo slacks, wedged between two women with long legs and glittering dresses that barely cover their asses.One of them trails her fingers slowly down his chest, and he looks perfectly content with his current situation.Weaving through the

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—•TRISTAN•—I open my mouth to answer—"She's the girl who's got your cousin having wet dreams and acting like a bloody sixteen-year-old with his first crush," Sammie chimes in.Jason whips around to face me, twisting on the leather seat. His eyes widen, and a grin of pure, unfiltered delight spreads across his face. "No fucking way.""Yes, fucking way," Sammie says, nodding solemnly as though he's delivering some profound truth.Jason grabs my shoulder and gives it a shake, his grip unsteady but full of enthusiasm. "Bloody hell. At least… now we know your cock still works."Sammie throws his head back and laughs, loud and sharp, and Jason immediately joins in.The two of them cackle like they've just heard the greatest joke ever told.Sammie leans forward, and the women draped against him move with him, their hands wandering over his shoulders and down his arms.It’s an eyesore, watching them trace the lines of his muscles as if claiming their territory."Seriously, mate," Sammie say

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~*JUNE*~I stand in front of a shop with a signboard that reads 'Infinity Sex Toys' in bold, glowing letters.That's a weird name for a shop, by the way.Fuck. What the hell am I even doing here?Oh, right.Tyler practically dragged me here.The moment I told him about my constant wet dreams, he'd nodded like some self-appointed therapist who'd just diagnosed the problem and confidently declared he knew the cure.Which is how I’ve ended up here. Standing outside a sex shop at eight in the morning, staring up at a neon sign and questioning every single life choice that led me to this exact moment.Today is one of those days I seriously regret telling Tyler anything."Let's go in, June." His voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, bright and far too enthusiastic for the situation.I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping in defeat. "This is a bad idea.""No, it's not." He waves a dismissive hand, already making his way toward the door like he owns the place.I glance at my watch,

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