บททั้งหมดของ Ruin me, Please: Romantic stories : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

*(Nora’s POV)*I sat on the edge of the bed with my arms wrapped around myself and stared at the floor.The rejection sat in my chest like something heavy and sharp. I kept replaying the look on his face when I told him I wanted him to be the one — the way he had shut down so completely, the way he wouldn’t even look at me when he said no. It felt worse than when Daniel broke up with me. At least Daniel had never mattered this much.A soft knock sounded on the door.I didn’t answer.The knock came again, a little firmer.“Nora.” Uncle Victor’s voice was quiet. “Can I come in?”I stayed silent, hoping he would leave. Instead the doorknob turned and he stepped into the room, closing the door gently behind him. I turned my face away toward the window so he wouldn’t see how shiny my eyes were.“I want to be alone,” I said.“I know.” He didn’t come closer yet. “But I don’t want you going to sleep thinking the things you said downstairs.”I let out a short, bitter breath. “What part? The par

I didn’t move.Uncle Victor stayed near the wall of the pool, water dripping down his shoulders, watching me like I was something he needed to handle carefully. The blue light from the underwater lamps made the tension between us feel even sharper.“Why do I have to go back inside?” I asked. My voice came out quieter than I expected, but steady. “It’s the pool. We can both be in it. Nothing has to happen.”He didn’t answer right away. His jaw flexed once.I pushed off the steps and swam closer. He didn’t move back, but I saw the way his body went rigid under the water. When I stopped a few feet away from him, I could see the water beading on his collarbones and the controlled rise and fall of his chest.“You’re acting like I’m dangerous,” I said. “There’s no one else here. Your wife isn’t home. My mom isn’t home. It’s just us.”Still nothing.I moved closer again until I was near enough to touch him. “You already know what I want. I told you. I don’t want to go back to school still a

I went upstairs with my pulse still hammering in my throat.The house felt different now. Quieter. Heavier. Every step on the stairs made the decision more real. I walked into the guest room, closed the door halfway, and stood there for a moment just breathing. My bikini was still damp under the robe I had thrown on downstairs. I stripped both off, pulled one of Uncle Victor’s old oversized shirts from the chair, and put it on. The fabric smelled faintly like him. It hung loose to the middle of my thighs.I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.My hands wouldn’t stay still. I kept pressing them between my knees, then smoothing the shirt down, then touching my own mouth where he had kissed me. A hundred different feelings moved through me at once — nerves, need, a thin thread of fear, and something hotter that wouldn’t settle. I had asked for this. I had pushed for it. Now that it was actually going to happen, my body felt too aware of everything.Soft footsteps stopped outside the do

The black dress still smelled like the church.I sat in the back seat of Alexander’s car with my hands tightly folded in my lap, watching the trees blur past the window. The funeral had ended less than an hour ago. Alexander drove. Sebastian sat in the passenger seat. Neither of them had said much since we left the cemetery.I should have felt only grief.Instead, my body was doing something else entirely.It started in the church. Alexander had stood beside me during the final prayer, close enough that I kept catching the clean scent of his cologne. Every time his sleeve brushed my arm, my skin prickled. By the time we walked out into the sunlight, my underwear was already damp. The shame of it made my face hot.I had been married to their father for two years. He had been kind, but he never touched me the way a woman needs to be touched. Sex had always been quick, quiet, and over before my body could catch up. Now he was gone, and my body seemed determined to remind me of every night