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Zy's POVGrant had been avoiding me for two days.Not in an obvious way. He did not cross the street when he saw me or turn around in the middle of a path. He just never stayed in the same space long enough for anything to happen. If I walked into the courtyard, he left it. If I entered the library, he was already on his way out. If our eyes met across a hallway, he held the look for half a second and then kept moving like I was someone he used to know.I told myself it was a relief.It was not.By the second afternoon I was irritated enough that I stopped pretending otherwise. I waited near the building where I knew he had class, bag over my shoulder, pulse already too fast. When he came out with a couple of other guys, I did not move. I waited until the others peeled off, then stepped into his path.“You have been avoiding me.”Grant stopped.For a second he looked like he might deny it. Then he exhaled and shifted his bag higher on his shoulder.“I have been trying to do the right

Zy's POVI was still in his lap, half-naked, top and bra gone, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties pulled to the side and soaked, when Grant’s hands locked on my hips.“Back seat. Now.”I climbed off him on unsteady legs. The dull throb between my thighs was still there from the first time, proof that he had already been inside me, but the second he opened the back door and pulled me in after him that ache turned into something sharper and greedier. He had me on my back across the seat before the door fully shut, one of my legs shoved high against the window, the other hooked around his waist. My tits were bare and tight. My skirt was useless. I felt open and already used and still desperate for more of him.Grant pushed his jeans lower and drove back into me in one deep thrust.“Fuck...”The stretch pulled a broken sound out of my throat. He did not give me time to adjust this time. He braced one hand on the door and started fucking me hard, hips slamming into mine, the wet soun

Grant's POV“What did you mean when you said you went for your brother because he called you dry?”Zy did not answer right away.We were still standing in the parking lot. Ronan was gone, but the air between us had not settled. She had her arms crossed, hair messy, lips still slightly swollen from my mouth. She looked like a girl who had just chosen something and was already paying for it.“Zy.”She exhaled hard.“Maybe I needed to prove something.”The words landed wrong in my chest.“To him?”She did not look at me.“Maybe...to myself.”I stared at her.For a second the whole night rearranged itself in my head. Her walking into that room. Getting on her knees. Coming apart under my mouth. Sending the video. Climbing into my lap in the car. Taking me inside her for the first time. All of it. And under all of it, this possibility sitting there like shit I could not ignore.“So that is what I was?” I asked.She finally looked up.“What!?” said asked.“Proof,” I answered.The silence th

Zy's POVFor once, things felt almost normal, like I said, almost.Grant and I walked across the main path after class, close enough that our arms kept brushing. He was telling me something about a professor who still used paper attendance sheets like it was 2009, and I actually laughed. A real laugh. Not the tight, stressed kind I had been carrying around for days.He glanced at me sideways.“That is a good sound.”“Do not get used to it,” I said.“Too late.”We kept walking. Students moved around us. Someone called Grant’s name from a distance and he only lifted a hand without stopping. For a few minutes I was not thinking about Ronan, or Aunt Molly, or the way everything between us had started in a dark room with cameras. I was just walking next to him, and it felt simple in a way nothing had felt in a long time.Then the energy on the path shifted.People started looking toward the main walkway. A girl near the steps actually stopped mid-sentence. Someone behind us muttered,“Bell

Zy's POVI found Grant near the side of the science building after the speech video had already started circulating.He was alone, back against the wall, phone in his hand like he had been reading the same shit over and over. When he saw me, he straightened.“You saw it,” he said.“Half the fucking campus saw it,” I screamed.He nodded once.I stopped in front of him, pulse already too fast.“I need you to tell me what actually happened on that set. Not the cleaned-up version. The real one. Was anyone harmed? Was anyone filmed without consent?”Grant held my eyes.“You walked in. The crew thought you were the booked girl. I thought the same damn thing too. Cameras were already rolling. I did not stop and ask the right questions. That part is on me. When I realized you were not supposed to be there, I shut down the public release. Premium feed had already caught the early file. I locked what I could. Deleted what I controlled. Nobody was forced. Nobody got hurt like that. But it was sti