Semua Bab Love And Lies: short stories : Bab 11 - Bab 20

I stayed after the last prayer. The church was empty. Just candle smoke and quiet.Daniel was still there, wiping the floor near the altar. Twenty-five. Broad shoulders. Strong arms from cleaning all day. Dark hair falling over his forehead. Jaw tight. Quiet mouth. The kind of body that looked like it could pin a woman down if he ever learned how.I walked over in the thin habit. No bra. No panties. The fabric stuck to my heavy tits and wide hips.He looked up. Eyes went straight to my chest.“Sister Claire…”“Keep working,” I said.I stepped closer until I was right in front of him. The habit shifted. One soft tit almost slipped free. His mop stopped moving. His breathing didn’t.“You’re staring,” I said.“Sorry.”“Don’t be.” I let the silence stretch. Let him feel every second of it. “Look at me, Daniel.”He did. Eyes dragging up slow, like he was scared of what would happen if he moved too fast. Like I was something he wasn’t allowed to touch and wanted anyway.“You think about me,

I didn’t knock. There was no need anymore — not after the storage room, not after everything the door between us had already stopped meaning.I walked into Daniel’s small room behind the church, locked the door, and let the habit drop to the floor.He was sitting up on the narrow bed, still in the thin undershirt he wore at night, and the second he saw me his whole body changed — like a man who’d spent the day rehearsing patience he didn’t actually have.“Claire—”“Quiet.” I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs. I pressed my palms flat against his chest, over the worn cotton, feeling his heart slam underneath it. “Last night you took what you wanted. Tonight is mine.”He didn’t fight it. His hands came up to my waist, steady now in a way they hadn’t been three nights ago — like the boy from that first evening had actually stayed gone.“I’ve thought about nothing else all day,” he said. “Every prayer. Every hour cleaning that floor. Just you.”“Good.” I fist

I could still feel his voice in my ear the entire walk there.Did I not satisfy you?The words wouldn’t leave. They sat low in my stomach, warm and wrong, pulsing in time with every step. My shorts were still damp from the drive. Every time my thighs brushed together I felt the reminder of how soaked I’d gotten on his lap, how his cock had twitched under me like it knew exactly what it was doing to me.The girls were already loud when I reached the car. Music spilling out the open windows, somebody’s phone flashlight cutting through the dark. Mia spotted me first and screamed.“There she is! New-house bitch, get in here!”I climbed into the back seat between her and Jordyn. The second the door shut, a bottle was pushed into my hands. Something sweet and strong. I drank because it was easier than talking. Because if I opened my mouth I was scared Daniel’s voice would come out of it.We drove around with no real plan—windows down, music up, the three of us yelling half the lyrics. Someb

"Ugh — no. No, no, no." I shoved my laptop away from me on the bed like it had personally wronged me. "This is garbage."Three hours. Three hours staring at the same paragraph, deleting it, rewriting it, deleting it again, and it still read like a technical manual instead of a scene anyone was supposed to feel something from.Nobody knew this was me. Not Xavi, not my parents, not a single person in my actual life had any idea that the girl who couldn't get through health class without turning red was quietly ghostwriting some of the most requested erotica on three different platforms under a name that wasn't mine. It was supposed to be my secret talent. My thing. The one place I was good at something without anyone watching.Except lately I wasn't good at it. Every scene came out flat, embarrassing — and my editor had already sent back two chapters with the same brutal note: this doesn't feel real.She was right. That was the worst part. She was completely right, and I had no idea how

His house was quiet when I got there. No sign of Xavi. No sign of anyone else. Dane opened the door before I even knocked, like he’d been waiting.“You’re early, little miss research.” He held both hands up and bent his middle fingers in a crude gesture, smirking.I already knew this was a bad idea. The embarrassment sat heavy in my chest, but I couldn’t leave. I’d come this far.He stepped aside to let me in, closed the door, and took me to his room the house was empty. He turned to face me fully.“Have you ever been fingered while someone kissed you?”The question hit out of nowhere. My face burned. He already knew I was a virgin. Why ask like that?“N… no,” I whispered.He walked toward me slowly, each step deliberate. When he stopped, he was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him. He bent so his mouth was near my ear. Both hands settled lightly on my waist. I stood frozen.“So you’ve never been touched by anyone. Not even yourself?”I didn’t answer. My pulse was lou