Todos los capítulos de THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Chapter 119Leon stood by his locker for several long seconds after Sonia and her crew disappeared down the hallway, the echo of their retreating footsteps fading into the general morning noise. His heart was still pounding, a heavy, unsteady rhythm that made his palms feel clammy against the cool metal of the locker door. He had actually talked back. The realization settled over him slowly, like warm sunlight breaking through clouds after a long storm. For years, Sonia had been able to reduce him to silence with just a few well-placed words and that signature smirk. Today, something had finally shifted. He hadn’t shrunk. He hadn’t run. He had pushed back.The surrounding students slowly returned to their own conversations, but a few gave him small, approving nods or quiet thumbs-ups as they passed. One guy even muttered, “Nice one, man,” under his breath with genuine respect. Leon let out a shaky breath, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. The positive attention fro

Chapter 122The silence in the chem lab stretched taut between them, thick enough to taste. Leon’s heart still hammered from the weight of Aaron’s stare, from the memories he couldn’t quite shove down. The faint fizzing of a forgotten earlier demo echoed softly in the background, but neither of them paid it any attention. Leon cleared his throat, forcing himself back into the role he knew best—tutor, student, survivor.“Before we start,” Aaron said, his voice cutting through the quiet with surprising gentleness. He reached down into his hockey bag and pulled out a worn black sketchbook, the pages slightly dog-eared at the corners. It looked out of place in his strong hands, more personal than Leon had expected from someone like Aaron Blake. Aaron flipped it open to a page covered in chemical equations, crossed-out attempts, arrows pointing in every direction, and notes scribbled in the margins. “I was working on the assignment last night. The balancing one. Look at this and tell me if

Chapter 123Aaron’s POVThe weight of Leon’s hand in mine felt heavier than any hit I’d taken on the ice. His fingers were slimmer, warmer than I expected, and the way they curled slightly around mine sent something tight and unfamiliar twisting low in my gut. I didn’t pull away. I should have. Instead, I brushed my thumb across his knuckles again, watching the faint flush creep up his neck.*I didn’t know about yours either.*The words had slipped out before I could stop them. I wasn’t used to this—trading pieces of the ugly shit I kept buried. Most people got the smirk, the cocky attitude, the hockey king who didn’t give a damn. But Leon… Leon looked at me like he actually saw through it, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t mind.He was still holding my hand when he shifted closer, his other hand coming up to rest lightly on my forearm. The touch was tentative, almost careful, like he thought I might shatter or lash out. “You should cheer up,” Leon said softly, his voice

Chapter 124The words left Aaron’s mouth before he could reel them back in, casual and stupid and completely wrong for the moment.“Yeah, I mean… you’re like a brother to me. You’re saving my ass here with all this tutoring.”Leon’s face changed immediately. The quiet warmth that had been building between them—the soft flush on his cheeks after Aaron brushed the hair behind his ear, the way his eyes had lingered with something vulnerable and hopeful—vanished in an instant. Disappointment crashed over his expression like a wave, raw and unguarded for a heartbeat before he forced it behind a careful, neutral mask. His lips pressed into a thin line. His shoulders stiffened, and he pulled his hands back to his lap, creating distance even though their stools were still close.Aaron rubbed the back of his head roughly, fingers digging into his hair as regret slammed into him. *God, Aaron, why did you say that when you don’t mean it?* The inner voice was vicious. He didn’t see Leon as a brot

Chapter 126Leon inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to steady the wild rhythm of his pulse. The chem lab felt smaller than ever, the faint smell of the elephant toothpaste experiment still lingering under the sharper scent of Aaron’s cologne. He could feel the warmth radiating from Aaron’s body, their knees still locked together, the space between them charged like the air right before a reaction.“Aaron?” he said, voice barely above a whisper.Aaron’s smirk returned, slow and deliberate. “No. I’m Damian now.” He leaned in even closer, voice dropping into a smooth, confident register that sounded eerily like the real Damian—easy, charming, a little cocky. “I had a great night with you last night.”Leon’s stomach flipped. He tried to play along, forcing the words out. “Yeah… I’ve always wanted my date to be on the rooftop. Thanks, Aar—” He caught himself, face burning. “Damian.”He slapped a hand to his forehead, groaning. “Ugh, I can’t do this.”Aaron—still in character but with that