All Chapters of Loving Him For 30 Days: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Chapter 90: Cottage

The stone cottage was dead cold. Outside, the rain kept up its steady, mindless drumming against the low zinc roof, but inside, the silence just sat there, heavy and thick with the smell of old soot and damp wood. Cassian didn't ask for help. He carried Jason through the back door, his large frame hunched over to clear the low lintel, and laid him down on the narrow canvas sofa by the dead iron stove. He didn't adjust the cushions. He didn't drop his hands either. He stayed right there, kneeling on the rough floorboards, his heavy boots leaving black, watery smears of mud against the wood. His fingers stayed wrapped around Jason’s thin wrist, his thumb pressed hard against the bone to feel the pulse. Noah stood three feet away, his back jammed against the heavy wood of the door frame. He hadn't taken off his backpack. His hands were tucked deep into the pockets of his wet track jacket, his shoulders drawn up against the chill. He wasn't looking at the door, and he wasn't looking at

Chapter 91: Kitchen Table

Eli sat on the edge of the kitchen table, his legs dangling over the side as he watched the steady, rhythmic movement of the iron stove’s small air vent. He hadn't slept. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of those black SUVs outside his mother’s fence blurred into the long, sterile hallways of the Saint Aurelius campus, creating a tight, suffocating knot right in the center of his chest. His track trousers were still damp at the cuffs, stiff with dried mountain mud.Lucien was sitting in the wooden chair directly across from him, his chin resting in his palm as he stared at the closed cover of the 2021 ledger. His face looked gray in the early light, the dark circles under his green eyes giving him a hard, hollow appearance. He looked less like the untouchable Senior Liaison and more like a boy who had spent the night counting the minutes until his own family name was destroyed."Noah's been out there for an hour," Eli said, his voice sounding thin and raspy in the cold room.L

Chapter 92: Home

The drive back across the lower district road was entirely silent. The heater in the rental sedan was completely broken, blowing out a thin, freezing stream of air that did nothing to clear the frost gathering at the edges of the windows.Cassian kept both hands flat against the steering wheel, his green eyes fixed on the empty gray asphalt ahead. His knuckles were raw, the skin split near the joint from where he’d hauled the old chest at the cottage, but he didn't seem to notice the sting. Every few miles, his eyes would instinctively flick to the rearview mirror, tracking the empty back seat where Jason had been lying just an hour ago under the heavy wool blankets.Noah sat in the front passenger seat, his forehead pressed flat against the cold glass of the window. He had his knees drawn up tightly, his canvas track bag wedged between his shins and the dashboard to form a physical wall between himself and the driver’s side. He hadn't said a single word since they closed the cottage

Chapter 93: Rain

The rain had entirely stopped by the time Eli reached the rear entrance of the locker rooms, leaving the concrete steps slick and blackened by the damp morning air. He didn't look back to see if Lucien was following him. He didn't want to know if Lucien’s long, steady strides were closing the distance between them, or if he was still standing out by the elms trying to figure out how to patch up a lie that had been five years in the making.Eli pulled the heavy metal door open, the old iron hinges letting out a sharp, familiar groan that usually meant the start of a standard six-and-thirty morning practice. But the hallway inside didn't feel like the regular school lane. It smelled of old floor wax, copper pipes, and the stale laundry detergent from the track bins, a mundane, ordinary smell that felt bizarrely out of place after the freezing alpine roads.Noah was already at his locker at the far end of the row. He had his canvas bag unzipped on the wooden bench, his hands moving with

Chapter 94: Hive

The gray morning light through the high frosted windows of the training room was thin and weak, making the green linoleum floor look like old ice. Outside, the regular, rhythmic whistle of the head coach began to echo from the center of the oval lane, a sharp, metallic sound that usually signaled the start of the standard six-and-thirty warm-up loops.Inside, nobody moved toward the exit.Eli sat back down on the wooden bench, his spikes dangling from his hand by the laces, the metal tips clicking faintly against his damp training flats. His gaze stayed fixed on the lower corner of his locker door where the gray paint was flaking off. He could hear Lucien’s heavy, deliberate breathing three feet away, but he refused to look up. Every time he even tilted his head toward his boyfriend, his stomach felt cold, filled with a sudden, dull resentment that felt entirely different from the fear that had followed him from the mountain checkpoint."Eli," Lucien said quietly. He didn't use that a

Chapter 95: Lane

The head coach didn't say a word when Eli and Lucien finally joined the back of the pack. He just clicked his silver stopwatch, his eyes lingering for a second on Eli’s mud-stained training flats before he pointed toward the inner rail with his clipboard.The pace was fast. Noah was still setting the lead at the front, his small frame cutting through the heavy mist like a machine. He wasn't taking the turns wide; he was hugging the inside line so hard his left shoulder almost brushed the rusted metal markers of the lane. Every time the pack completed a loop, the sound of thirty pairs of spikes hitting the wet clay echoed against the empty concrete stands in a dull, rhythmic slap.Eli kept his head down, his breathing settling into the familiar, agonizing burn of the five-thousand-meter pace. His calves were stiff from the hours spent cramped in the back of the rental sedan, but the physical pain was almost a relief. It gave him something simple to focus on, a clean line to follow, ins

Chapter 96: the gate

The walk back to the southern dorms was worse than the run. The freezing drizzle had started up again, coming down in a fine, mist-like spray that coated the brick pathways and made the old stone steps of the Bee Hive block slick under Eli’s trainers.Eli didn't look back to see where Lucien had gone. He kept his eyes on the ground, tracing the familiar cracks in the pavement where the weeds grew through every spring. His bedroom on the third floor was small, smelling of old paper, running shoes, and the damp wool blanket his sister had sent him at the start of the winter term. It was supposed to be his sanctuary—the one place where the school’s massive endowment funds and administrative hierarchy couldn't touch him—but today, the four walls felt like a trap.He threw his wet track jacket into the corner, the nylon hitting the linoleum with a heavy, wet slap. He didn't turn on the light. He just sat on the edge of his narrow mattress, his hands flat against the rough linen sheets as h

Chapter 97: finally

The corridor outside the room didn't hold the echo of Cassian’s voice for long; the old, thick plaster of the Bee Hive block seemed to swallow the sound, burying it back into the floorboards along with decades of student history. When Eli stepped over the threshold, his jacket zipped straight to his chin, he didn't turn his head toward the door across the stairwell. He could still hear the faint, rhythmic scuff of a heavy boot shifting against the lower panel inside Noah's room, a desperate, clumsy sound that stopped the moment the latch on Eli's own door clicked into place.Lucien followed him down the narrow wooden stairs. His long canvas coat was still stiff with the alpine damp, the heavy fabric rustling against the banister as they moved through the gray, unlit landings of the third-floor block. Neither of them spoke as they cleared the main archway of the dorm. The gravel path outside was completely empty now, the underclassmen already cleared from the lanes and routed toward th

Chapter 98: Five Years Later

The morning sun over Chelsea didn't carry any of the freezing alpine chill they had left behind five years ago; it was warm, golden, and poured through the double-height windows of the brownstone like melted honey.Eli lay stretched out across the massive linen sofa, his bare ankles dangling over the armrest. He was wearing one of Lucien’s old, oversized white button-downs, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his laptop was propped against his thighs. For the first time in his life, he wasn't writing under a deadline or trying to fix a track waiver. He was just watching the steam rise from the porcelain mug on the side table.His mom had called him an hour ago from her new apartment near Central Park. Her voice had sounded bright, clear, and steady—the three months of quiet recovery after rehab had put the color back in her face, and the southern district felt like a lifetime away."You're ignoring your coffee," Lucien’s voice rumbled from the kitchen archway.Eli didn't look up

Chapter 99: Fiancé

The walk back down the concrete steps of the High Line was an absolute hazard.Eli couldn't keep his eyes on the pavement. Every three steps, he would lift his left hand, tilting his wrist slightly to watch the warm yellow glow of the streetlamps bounce off the polished gold band. The tiny, engraved runner's line on the inside of the metal pressed right against his skin—a constant, heavy reminder of the promise they’d just made under the pink sky."Eli, if you trip over that curb, I am going to let the campaign interns know you were taken out by a piece of municipal concrete," Lucien said, his arm instantly wrapping around Eli's waist to pull him back from the edge of the crosswalk."I didn't see it," Eli mumbled, though he didn't lower his hand. He looked up at Lucien, a massive, incredibly smug grin plastered on his face. "You planned this. You literally mapped out the exact minute the sun would hit the river just so the gold would look dramatic.""I am a public policy advisor, Eli.

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