What Happens At The Ending Of 'Just By Looking At Him'?

I can’t tell if we’re at war… or dancing around something far more dangerous. Getting traded to the Montreal Bears should’ve been a dream come true, the team I grew up idolizing, the jersey I always wanted to wear. Except there’s one problem. Luca Moretti. The NHL’s notorious bad boy. My new right wing. And the one man who’s made it his mission to outshine me at every turn. Too bad for him I’m faster, sharper, and my numbers don’t lie. Not that I’m competing. I’d never sink to his level. He’s reckless, infuriating, and impossible to ignore a storm of chaos that throws me completely off balance. When we’re not clashing on the ice, he pushes my buttons with teasing nicknames like Princess, Pretty Boy, and Babygirl. I hate it. I swear I do. So why does my body react like I don’t? Contain Explicit Content

“Fuck it!” He thought, arching closer to the guy, throwing his arms around his neck, “I'm getting engaged tomorrow and will be closeted for the rest of my life, living under pretense. Why don't I just experience sex with a hot dude for one night? Just one night… just one night…” *** Lincoln Smith had no regret that night he made the impulsive decision to have sex with the hot, mesmerizing man across the bar. He was sure it was the best night of his life… one he would never get to experience again. But then on the day of his engagement party, he was to receive a shocking blow. The man he had shared an intimate, passionate night with, the man he was sure he had a connection with, was his fiance’s big brother! Right there and then, he knew he was universally and colossally fucked! WARNING: This Book Contains Some Explicit Scenes Between Characters That May Not Be Suitable To Some Readers. Viewers Discretion Is Advised.

I have a secret. When I touch someone, I see the face of the person they love most. Since Natalie moved in next door when we were seven, I always saw myself in her heart. At eighteen, when she held my hand—it was me. At twenty-two, when she proposed—it was me. On our wedding night, when she kissed me—it was still me. On the morning of our third anniversary, I fixed the hem of her dress. My fingers grazed her ankle. Out of habit, I closed my eyes. This time, I saw two faces. Mine. And some guy I'd never seen before. That night, Natalie's phone lit up. [Thanks for spending today with me, Natalie.] Twenty-one years. A hundred thousand touches. And for the first time, I was wrong.

I have a secret. If I touch anyone, I will be able to see the face of the person they love the most. Ever since Dominic Hatterson has moved to the house next door when he was seven years old, I'm the one he loves the most. When he holds hands with me as an 18-year-old, I remain the person he loves the most. When he proposes to me at the age of 22, I'm still the person he loves the most. On the morning of our third year anniversary, I tidy his collar for him. The moment my fingertips touch his Adam's apple, I close my eyes out of reflex. Yet, that's when I see two faces. One belongs to me. The other belongs to a woman I've never seen before. That night, Dominic's phone lights up. "Thank you for spending the day with me, Dom." It's been 21 years since Dominic and I met. I've touched him over 100 thousand times already. And yet, this is my first time finding a mistake.

After the uptight billionaire's son, Greg, had an intimacy with a male stranger, the incident aroused a keen quest about his sexuality which he had been in denial of. Soon, he acknowledged and accepted his preference. When Autumn bred a new session, he fancied and fell in love with the new hottest guy in school. Meanwhile, this hot guy, Nicholas, enrolled in the school in search of someone to whom he must attain his wrongdoings and win his love. He must not pay attention to anyone's feelings until he finds HIM. It was a challenge for Greg to captivate Nicholas's heart, but he refused to give up. Despite the hard time, Nicholas put him through, he tried his best to show his intention. When Nicholas couldn't avoid the existence of Greg, he paid little attention to him, and there, he discovered who he was and was swept by how such a person would want him. It became difficult for Nicholas to make a decision. He did not know if he should continue his search for the one he loves or focus on the one who loves him.

"I thought I was escaping a monster. I didn’t realize I was walking straight into his lair." After ten years of living in the shadows of her obsessed ex-boyfriend, Elena Vance finally has a chance at a real life. The prestigious role at Vane Enterprises in Las Vegas isn't just a dream job. Her new boss, Julian Vane, is everything the headlines say: cold, calculating, and breathtakingly beautiful. He’s also a ghost from her past,the untouchable "Senior King" from St. Jude’s Academy who shouldn't even know her name. But as the "mask" Elena uses to protect herself begins to slip, the coincidences start. A box of childhood candy on her desk. A necklace she lost a decade ago returned to her hand. Anonymous gifts that feel less like gestures of affection and more like evidence of surveillance. Elena is convinced her ex has found her, and when he finally corners her in the office, Julian is the only one there to save her. By the time Elena moves into Julian’s private penthouse for her "protection," the truth begins to unravel. The room he’s prepared for her is a perfect, brick-by-brick replica of her childhood bedroom. The security cameras aren't just for her safety,they’ve been tracking her every breath since she was thirteen years old. Julian hasn't just cleared her path; he’s dictated every tragedy and lucky break she’s ever had. He has a ring on another woman’s finger and a father determined to see Elena destroyed, but Julian has no intention of ever letting her leave. He didn't just find her. He created her. He’s not just watching her life. He’s owning it.