Todos los capítulos de TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter 3Finally AloneThe call came just after six.David’s phone rang while the three of us were still in the kitchen. I watched his face change as he listened surprise first, then the focused expression he got when something unexpected needed handling. He hung up, already reaching for his keys.“Work emergency. They need me on-site overnight. Drive’s about two hours each way, so I won’t be back until morning.” He looked between James and me. “You two good here?”“We’re fine,” James said. His voice was steady. Mine would not have been.David left twenty minutes later with a duffel bag and a thermos of coffee. The second the taillights disappeared down the street and the sound of the engine faded, the house went quiet in a way it never had before.No television.No footsteps.No warm, ordinary voice about to interrupt.Just the two of us and the sudden, enormous fact of an empty house.I was still standing in the entryway when James came back from locking the front door. Our eyes me

Chapter TwoThe ElevatorThe decision to go out had been Ethan’s.A new place downtown, small plates and low lighting, the kind of evening that was supposed to feel easy. Sofia lit up at the suggestion. Noah agreed with a quiet nod. I smiled and said it sounded perfect, even as something restless shifted under my ribs at the thought of spending hours in close quarters with all of them.The restaurant was already crowded when we arrived. We were seated at a corner table that forced knees and elbows into occasional contact. Conversation moved in light, circling patterns travel stories, Noah’s work, Sofia’s plans for the rest of the summer. I contributed when expected and kept my attention on my glass more than on the man sitting diagonally across from me. It didn’t fully help. Every time Noah spoke I heard the difference in his voice from years ago. Every time Sofia leaned into him, fingers brushing his wrist or the back of his hand, the unwanted awareness in my chest sharpened another

The ShiftSofia’s phone rang just after breakfast.I was rinsing plates when her voice changed professional, apologetic, already packing the conversation into smaller pieces. She hung up, turned to Noah, and explained in a rush: a client emergency, an earlier flight, the need to be back in the city by evening. Ethan offered to drive her to the airport. Noah walked her to the door with a hand at the small of her back, the two of them speaking in low voices I did not try to catch. The goodbye kiss they shared on the threshold was brief and familiar. Then she was gone, suitcase rolling down the path, and the house exhaled into a new kind of quiet.Three people instead of four.The difference announced itself immediately.Without Sofia’s bright presence filling the spaces, every room felt more deliberate. Ethan returned from the airport run in good spirits, already talking about a possible hike later in the week, the kind of easy planning that assumed nothing in the house had changed. I n

Chapter 1(Lena’s POV)I should have left with the rest of the crew.Instead I stayed behind to finish the final walkthrough checklist on the Crestview penthouse, the same way I had every night for the last three weeks. The place was almost done new hardwood, custom millwork, floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over the city but the client kept changing his mind about the finishes, and someone had to stay late to make sure nothing got missed. That someone was usually me.Marcus Hale locked the main doors while I checked the last of the cabinetry. He was the lead carpenter on the job, the one the rest of the crew actually listened to. Tall, broad-shouldered, quiet unless he had something worth saying. He still did a lot of the heavy work himself instead of just pointing at it. Most of the guys treated him like the unofficial foreman. I treated him like a problem I was trying very hard not to think about.I had been on the site three weeks. Long enough to learn the rhythm of the job.

(Lena’s POV)The ride back to my place was quieter than the night before, but the silence felt heavier.Marcus kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh, fingers loosely curled. Every time the truck hit a bump the thick shape under his jeans shifted, and I felt it like a pulse between my legs. I kept my eyes on the road. It didn’t help. I could still see him in my peripheral vision broad shoulders, the line of his jaw, the way his work shirt pulled across his chest whenever he breathed deeper than usual.He pulled into the same alley as last night and killed the engine. Neither of us moved.“You coming up?” I asked before I could stop myself.His eyes cut to mine. Dark. Steady. “You inviting me?”I should have said no. Instead I opened the door and got out. He followed.The stairwell felt narrower than before. His boots stayed right behind mine the whole way up. On the second landing I fumbled my keys again, and this time when he stepped close his chest brushed my