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“Whoa. You look like you didn’t sleep.” I slid onto the stool beside her and popped a grape into my mouth. “Because I didn’t. Not really.” She raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “Dreams again?” I buried my face in my hands. “I swear I’m cursed.” Sophie laughed softly. “You’re not cursed, Tessy. You just want to jump his bones. Why don’t you actually talk to him instead of torturing yourself every night?” “Easy for you to say,” I muttered. “Have you seen him? He’s the star of the hockey team. Girls literally throw themselves at him. And I’m… me.” I gestured at my outfit. “Dressed like a comfortable toddler most days.”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

“I’m offering to stand next to you.” “That’s the same thing.” “It’s not,” he says quietly. “Using is empty. Standing is intentional.” My heart pounds. “This is a bad idea,” I murmur. “Most honest things are.” Before I can answer, my phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a picture. Ryan. With her. Her hand on his chest. His smile was wide. My chest aches. “He moved on fast,” Alex says flatly. “I guess it didn't matter,” I whisper.

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."