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Chapter 3: Almost kiss 🫦💦💦Claire fell asleep on the couch before the movie even reached halfway.It wasn’t unusual. She had worked a double shift, came home exhausted, and claimed she only needed twenty minutes of rest before we started the film. Twenty minutes turned into probably an hour.Rhys and I sat on the other end of the long couch, with a space between us.I reached for the remote and lowered the volume. “She’s out.”“She always does this,” Rhys said, voice quiet so he wouldn’t wake her. “Claims she’s wide awake, then disappears in under ten minutes.”“I should go.”He glanced over. “You don’t have to. Unless you want to.”I didn’t move. The truth was I didn’t want to leave yet. Rhys had a glass of water in his hand. I had the remains of a cup of tea gone cold on the coffee table. For a while we just watched the screen without really watching it. The silence stretched between us, then he spoke.“Do you ever think about how weird it is that we’ve known each other this l

Chapter 5: Fucked 🍆🍆🍆I lasted for four whole days.Four days of avoiding Claire’s house. Four days of replaying the way Rhys had looked at me when he said the next time would be harder to stop. By the fifth night when my phone lit up with his name I didn’t even pretend to hesitate anymore.Rhys: I’m outside.I opened the door in the same clothes I had worn all day. Rhys stood on the step under the porch light, his jaw tight, and his eyes already dark. Neither of us said hello to each other. He stepped inside. I closed the door. For a second we just stared at each other in the quiet entryway.Then the last of the restraint between us snapped.He crossed the space in two strides and kissed me like he had been drowning. I kissed him back just as hard, my fingers already yanking at his shirt. We stumbled down the hallway toward my bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind us; his jacket, my top, his belt hitting the floor with a dull sound. By the time we reached the bed I was

Chapter 2: Cumming in my wedding dress 💦💦“If you keep doing that,” he rasped, his voice shaking, eyes locked on mine, “I won’t be able to control myself.”But my hand didn’t stop.I stroked him firmer, twisting my wrist on every upward pull, spreading the slickness that was already coating my fingers. Nate’s hips jerked forward. A broken sound tore out of his throat. For one more second he tried to hold back, with his jaw clenched, his fingers digging into the silk at my waist like he was fighting himself.Then the last of his control finally snapped.He kissed me hard.The force of it pushed me back against the bathroom door. His mouth was open and desperate, tasting like mint and panic and pure want.I stroked him faster while we kissed, swallowing the low groans he fed into my mouth. His hands shoved into my hair, scattering pins, ruining the careful updo the stylist had spent an hour on. And I didn’t care.“Elena…fuck…” he muttered against my lips.He spun me around so I fa

Chapter 2: I can't 🫦💦💦By the third day, I stopped pretending I wasn’t aware of him every second.Kane was always there. In the front seat of the car. A few steps behind me on the sidewalk. Standing near the door when I was inside a restaurant or a shop. He didn’t talk much unless I spoke first.Tuesday morning he was already waiting in a black suit by the elevator when I came downstairs.“Morning,” I said.“Morning.” He pressed the button for the lobby. “You have the brunch downtown, then the fitting at three.”“I know my schedule.”“I’m sure you do. I’m just confirming.”The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. When the elevator moved, my shoulder brushed his arm. “You always this formal?” I asked.“Yes.”“Even when it’s just us?”He glanced at me. “Especially when it’s just us.”The doors opened before I could answer.The car ride to brunch was quiet at first. I sat in the back. Kane sat in the front passenger seat, eyes moving between the road and the mirrors. After

Chapter 1: Quickie in the bathroom 🍆🍆The doorbell rang at ten past seven, right on time.I smoothed my dress once before opening the door. Ryan stood on the porch in a dark button-down and jeans, the same easy smile he always wore when he came over. To everyone the smile looked normal but to me it meant trouble.“Hey,” he said.“Hey.” I stepped aside. “Come in. Jordan’s in the living room.”Ryan walked past me, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. Jordan looked up from the couch and grinned. “There he is. Beer’s in the fridge. You staying for the game?”“Wouldn’t miss it,” Ryan said, dropping onto the other end of the couch like he belonged there. He’d been Jordan’s best friend since college. He’d been in our house a hundred times. He’d also had me bent over the bathroom sink two weeks ago while Jordan was mowing the lawn.I went to the kitchen and grabbed three beers. When I handed one to Ryan, our fingers touched around the cold glass. His eyes met mine for half a second