Semua Bab TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Chapter TwoSloane’s POVThe next three days dissolved any hope I had of keeping distance.Claire and Jasper became a permanent fixture. Morning coffee stretched into late breakfasts. Afternoon plans turned into shared errands. By the second evening my mother had already declared a “proper summer barbecue” and the two households blurred into one continuous presence under our roof. Jasper moved through the spaces like he belonged there—easy with the cabinets, familiar with the backyard layout, comfortable enough to grab a beer from the fridge without asking. Every time I turned a corner he seemed to be there, and every time the air registered his presence before my eyes did.I started noticing things I had no business cataloguing.The way he pushed his sleeves up when he helped my mother with the grill, forearms flexing under the late light. The low, dry sound of his voice when he answered Claire’s endless questions. How his attention would land on me across the patio and hold a second

Chapter FourSloane’s POVI woke determined to put space between us.The decision felt solid in the morning light. Whatever had passed in the car the night before—the locked doors, the unfinished reach of his hand, the sharp twist of jealousy when I heard him speaking with our mothers—needed to end before it grew teeth. Jasper was temporary. The connection between our families was not. I dressed, went downstairs, and built a careful routine of absence: early walks, closed bedroom door, polite but brief answers whenever he entered a room.It lasted less than a day.Jasper adapted without comment. When I carried boxes of old textbooks to the garage he appeared beside me and took the heavier ones without asking. When I stretched out by the pool with a book he chose the lounge chair nearest mine and stayed there reading his own, the quiet between us denser than conversation would have been. After dinner, once Claire and my mother moved inside with wine glasses and familiar laughter, he li

Chapter SixSloane’s POVThe cars pulled away just after nine.I stood at the upstairs window and watched both vehicles disappear down the street, my mother’s hand lifting in a final wave from the passenger seat of Claire’s car. The sudden quiet that settled over the house felt different from every previous silence—thicker, charged, final. No overlapping voices. No risk of footsteps in the hallway. Only the two of us left inside walls that had spent days holding the tension in check.I went downstairs.Jasper was in the kitchen, back to me, pouring coffee like the morning was ordinary. The set of his shoulders said otherwise. He knew the house was empty. He knew what that meant after the laundry room, after the patio, after every unfinished almost that had led here. When he turned and found me in the doorway, the careful distance he had maintained since the day before fractured on contact.“They’re gone until tomorrow,” I said.“I know.”“I’m done waiting for you to decide this is all

Avery’s pov I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the trampoline still bouncing under me and heard that low voice telling me tomorrow would be harder. When the sky finally lightened I forced myself out of the narrow bed in the room he’d assigned me. The black training set waited folded on the chair like a reminder that nothing here belonged to me.The training room was already lit when I walked in. Dominic stood near the trampoline with a water bottle in one hand, watching the mirrors like they might answer him. He wore black shorts and a sleeveless shirt that showed the hard lines of his arms and the faint scars along one shoulder. He didn’t greet me. Just nodded toward the mat.“Warm up. Five minutes. Then we start.”I climbed on and started bouncing slow, trying to loosen the stiffness in my legs from yesterday. The surface still felt too responsive, throwing me higher than I expected every time my feet left it. Sweat gathered at the base of my spine almost immediatel

Chapter 4Avery’s pov I couldn’t stay in that bed.The sheets stuck to my skin every time I shifted. My body still carried the memory of his hands on my hips and the hard press of him against my ass with every bounce. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the trampoline under my feet again and the way the tiny shorts had clung to me, soaked through. Sleep refused to come. The ache between my legs only grew sharper the longer I lay there.I threw the covers off and stood. The hallway outside my room was dark and quiet. Bare feet silent on the cool floor, I made my way down toward the training room. Maybe if I burned the restlessness out of my muscles I could finally pass out. Maybe if I jumped until my legs gave out the throbbing would quiet.Soft light spilled from under the door. I pushed it open and stopped cold.Dominic was already there.He was shirtless, back to me, working through a set of slow controlled jumps on the trampoline. Sweat slicked the hard planes of his shoulders and