Todos os capítulos de Drowning in You: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the gray abyss. I reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, my fingers digging into his skin in a way that was meant to ground him. "Look at me," I commanded. Leo blinked, his focus shifting to my eyes. "You are not fifteen anymore," I said, my voice devoid of its usual mockery. "You are a senior distance swimmer. You have more lung capacity than anyone on this roof. The water is just a medium, Leo. It doesn't have power unless you give it some." Leo searched my face, looking for the lie. When he didn't find it, he let out a long, shaky breath and nodded. "Okay." "If you panic, I've got you," I whispered, my forehead resting against his for a brief second. "I will not let you sink." We dove together. The transition from air to water was jarring. The temperature dropped instantly, sending a shock through my system that made my muscles tighten. The visibility was terrible; the water was a thick, pea green soup of silt and alga

LEO'S POV The rooftop was a cacophony of desperation. People were arguing over the water bottles, and I could hear Phoebe's voice cutting through the crowd, her tone sweet but her words laced with a subtle, poisonous authority. I couldn't stand it. The adrenaline from the dive was fading, leaving behind a hollow, aching exhaustion that made my bones feel like lead. I looked at Callum. He was watching me, his blue eyes dark and unreadable, his jaw tight. He knew I was hitting a wall. "Come with me," Callum muttered. He didn't ask. He just grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the group. He led me toward the service stairs, moving with a purpose that suggested he had already scouted the area. We descended one flight, moving away from the noise of the colony. He pushed open a heavy steel door that groaned on its hinges, leading us into a wide, dusty storage room. the air inside was stagnant, smelling of mildew and old cardboard. Dim light filtered through a high, grime-streaked

I tried to pull back to argue, to insist on reciprocating, but he groaned into my mouth, his grip on my waist tightening until it almost bruised. He began to kiss my neck, biting softly at the sensitive skin just below my jaw, his breath hot and ragged. "Shut up, Leo," he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark command. "Just feel it. Just stay right here." The sheer intensity of his presence, the smell of salt and skin, and the lingering electricity from the blowjob were too much. My resolve crumbled. I stopped fighting and melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. I fell for the distraction completely, lost in the sensory overload of his touch and the scent of him. He didn't go back down. Instead, he stayed pressed against me, his hard cock rubbing against my thigh through the friction of our bodies. We stayed like that for a long time, locked in a series of deep, searching kisses that felt like they were trying to fuse our souls together. Event

I felt a surge of irritation. I didn't like the way Sean talked about Leo, even though I spent most of my time doing the exact same thing. There was a difference between my mockery and Sean's venom. My hate for Leo was intertwined with an obsession that I couldn't name, a magnetic pull that made me want to break him and protect him all at once. Sean just wanted to see him fail. The tension on the roof snapped about an hour later. Marcus was the one who started it. He was a former frat president, a guy who had spent his entire college career relying on his size and his father's donations to get whatever he wanted. He was broad-shouldered and loud, and he had already started gathering a small group of followers who were just as desperate and entitled as he was. Leo was handing out the last of the crackers when Marcus stepped forward, his face twisted in a sneer. He didn't take the cracker Leo offered. Instead, he reached out and gripped Leo's wrist, squeezing hard enough to make

I didn't stop. I slid my hand down, gripping his thigh and hoisting it up around my waist, pulling him even tighter against my groin.The friction of our clothing was agonizing, the heat between us building into a pressure that felt like it might actually explode. I could feel him hardening against me, a mirror of my own desperate arousal. I began to grind my hips against him in a slow, punishing rhythm, each movement designed to make him lose his grip on that "saintly" composure he held so dear. I moved back to his lips, kissing him with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. My hands wandered, one gripping the back of his neck to hold him in place, the other sliding under his shirt to feel the lean, shivering muscles of his back. I wanted to leave marks everywhere. I wanted to rewrite his skin with my touch. Leo was sobbing now, small, broken sounds of pleasure and frustration that echoed in the small room. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down, his breath hot