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Chapter 102. Sean’s POVWhen morning came, I got to the gym earlier than anyone else.The sun was barely up and the place was still quiet. I started with a run on the treadmill, nothing fancy, just trying to get my heart going. After twenty minutes my shirt was stuck to my back and my legs felt heavy, so I switched to the floor. I’d watched one of them do push-ups yesterday like it was nothing. Figured I could at least try.The first one was shaky. Second one my arms gave out and I dropped flat on my stomach, breathing hard, forehead pressed to the mat. Sweat ran down the side of my face and dripped onto the floor. I stayed still there. It felt easier than getting up and failing again.Then the door opened behind me.“See you got here early, that’s the spirit.”I knew that voice. Luca. I pushed myself up onto my elbows fast, trying to look like I hadn’t just face-planted.“Uhm… it’s nothing,” I said, aiming for a casual and missing it by a mile.He walked over, still smiling, and sto

Chapter 104. Sean’s POV“WHAT THE FUCK?!!!”That was the first thing I heard while I was still half asleep, right before a foot connected hard with my stomach and sent me rolling off the mattress onto the floor.I hit the ground with a thud and curled in on myself, coughing.“What the actual hell Liam, you almost injured me.”He was standing over me, completely naked, eyes wide and furious. “Why were you in my bed? Why are you naked? Wait why am I naked. And is that cum on my bedsheet?”I sat up slow, still trying to get air back into my lungs. “Calm down Liam—”“What happened yesterday night???”“You thought I was Penelope then…”“Nope. I don’t want to hear it. Out the fucking door.”“But—”He didn’t let me finish. Whatever was within reach started flying. A pillow, a shoe, his jeans. I scrambled for my boxers and yanked them on, grabbed the first shirt I saw, and got the door open just as something heavy slammed against the wall behind me. I pulled it shut hard and stood in the hal

Chapter 106. Thompson’s POVI never really planned on telling anyone this part of my life. Not my parents, not the guys who sat with me during chapel, and definitely not the people who still looked at me like I was the reliable nerd who had everything figured out. Being gay in college was already hard enough. Being the head of the campus chapel committee on top of that made it feel almost impossible. People expected certain things from me. Quiet faith. Clean reputation. The kind of guy who showed up early, stayed late, and never caused trouble. I had spent years making sure I looked exactly like that.My mother still sent me Bible verses every Sunday while my father still asked if I was leading the prayer meetings the way I should. I always smiled and said yes. It was at least easier than explaining the truth. Easier than admitting that every time I sat through those meetings I felt like I was performing a version of myself that did not quite fit. I kept my head down, kept my grades

Chapter 108. Thompson’s POVI almost turned around three times on the way to the gym.The last class of the day had ended twenty minutes earlier, and the campus was already thinning out. Most students were heading to the dorms or the parking lots. I kept walking anyway, backpack heavy on my shoulder, telling myself I could still leave. I could get out of it by probably texting some sort of excuse. I could pretend I had forgotten. Every careful rule I had lived by said this was a mistake.Yet my feet kept moving.The PE building was quiet when I stepped inside. The main hallway lights were already dimmed for the evening. I followed the signs toward the locker rooms, heart beating harder with every step. When I pushed open the door to the men’s side, the space was empty. Wayne was already there.He sat on one of the benches near the back, elbows resting on his knees, looking up the moment the door closed behind me. He had changed out of the shirt he wore earlier. Now he had on a dark

Chapter 110. Asher’s POV. I stepped off the plane with a duffel bag that still smelled like the last foster house and a stomach that would not settle. The exchange program lady had smiled too wide when she handed me the folder with my new family’s name on it. It was as if she couldn’t wait to get rid of me, again. This time I was to stay with the Hale family. They had twin sons named Oren and Orion. Since they were a complete and stable family, they were approved. I nodded like I believed any of it.They were already waiting for me at arrivals. Brooks looked like the kind of man who ironed his shirts even on weekends, dark hair going silver at the temples with a practiced smile that did not seem cold. The twins stood a half step behind him, same height, same sharp jaw, same dark eyes that flicked over me once and then away like they had already decided something. One of them had a small silver hoop in his left ear. That was the only difference I caught at first.“Asher,” Brooks said