Semua Bab The Wicked Games we play for love: Bab 21 - Bab 27

She has been moving her things inside the dorm all morning.Luckily, it’s Saturday, so the dorm hallway stays mostly quiet. No students lingering around. No awkward introductions. No curious questions she doesn’t even know how to answer herself.And honestly, she prefers it that way.Her bags lie scattered across the room while she unpacks slowly, folding clothes into drawers that don’t belong to her yet. The room smells faintly of fresh detergent and old wood polish. And it gives a sense of... safety.The word irritates her instantly.Because she knows exactly who did this. The same person who made her feel safe as a child. Then disappeared.Her fingers tighten around one of her shirts before she shoves it harder than necessary into the drawer.Why? That part still isn’t clear. Is the diary-planting and whole pack-joining thing really working? No matter. She had to accept this. There is just no other way.She had been running out of money fast. Between the motel, the Ubers, and bar

“It’s just a way of taking your mind off the pain,” Calian says, his breathing already turning heavier. “The kissing… it helps. As long as it doesn't turn into full sex, all is good.”Troy blinks, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. “Okay, that's interesting. Why not full sex?”“Because you don't want to turn while you're inside someone else.”Troy almost chokes on her drink. “Oh.”Before she can even process the image, her plastic cup slips from her fingers, clattering against the dirt. The heat hits her again, doubling her over. She claws at her face, screaming as the agony behind her eyes turns unbearable. “Ow, fuck! My eyes are burning!”Everyone in the clearing halts, turning their naked bodies to stare at her.“It’s gonna be over soon,” Calian barks, rushing to stand in front of her.But the burning is too intense. Her fingernails dig into her skin, trying to literally claw her eyeballs out of their sockets to make the heat stop. Calian hooks his large hands around her wris

Troy wakes slowly with her face on the sand, but beneath the weight of a thin blanket draped over her body. For a few long seconds she doesn’t move at all, her mind still trapped somewhere between dreams and memory while cold morning air brushes over her face.Then her eyes open and they don’t burn anymore.The realisation settles through her sluggishly. No fire behind her eyes. No claws scratching beneath her skin. Just exhaustion. Deep, bone-heavy exhaustion that makes her feel hollowed out from the inside.In front of her lies Calian. He’s awake already, stretched onto his side while his green eyes move slowly over her face, studying her carefully. Dust and dirt cover nearly every inch of him. Mud streaks along his jaw and forehead while his dark hair falls messily over his eyes.He looks terrible. And worried. The moment he sees she’s truly awake, his eyes finally shut briefly. Relief.Troy pushes herself up slightly, but pain instantly tears through her skull hard enough to make

Dorian's eyes trace over Troy. He has been awake for quite a while, but it has taken him all this time to decide whether to move.Her hand rests over his abs, just inches from his pants.And from time to time she moves her fingers, sliding them, feeling perhaps.Her hand moves. Lower. Over his dickDorian stops thinking entirely, and he turns hard, instantly.Unable to get himself to move her hand, he just lets it happen. And he doesn't feel guilty about it.She moans softly in her sleep.Fuck… It's unbearable.Then, her eyes finally flutter open, and an immediate frown settles on her still unfocused eyes. In an instant, she sits up straight so fast the linen wraps around her legs, dragging it from him.Dorian smiles sweetly.“Morning.”“What the hell?” She says with a deeply puzzled look settling in her eyes.“You're pretty when you sleep.” Dorian drawls.“Dorian.” But she quickly looks at the clothes that she is wearing: the oversized shirt, his underwear on her. Her eyes shoot up