LOGINEmily’s POV By the time the morning sunlight spilled brightly through the windows, Alex had already left for his practice session. The apartment felt quiet and still without him, but inside my mind, everything was far from calm. I sat motionless in front of my canvas, brush in hand but completely unable to bring myself to make even a single stroke. All I could think about was what I had discovered late last night—the empty condom, the realization that I hadn’t taken my birth control pills for nearly a whole month, and the heavy, unsettling feeling of uncertainty that had settled deep in my chest. Could I really be making the same mistake again? I asked myself silently, my heart beating a little faster just thinking about it. The last time I had faced this kind of situation, everything had gone wrong, and it had brought so much pain, confusion, and heartbreak into my life. But then again, things were completely different now. This time, I was with Alex by choice, and we were
Emily’s POV“Aahhhh… it’s too much, Alex…” I gasped, my voice trembling as pleasure washed over me in waves.The room was dim, lit only by the soft silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long, gentle shadows across the bed. Every breath we took felt heavy and warm, mixing together in the quiet air. Alex pushed deeper, his body moving against mine in a steady, powerful rhythm that made my head spin and every nerve in my body come alive. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer until there was barely any space left between us, each thrust driving me higher into a bliss I could never get enough of.“Fuck, Em… you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice low and rough with desire. “So warm and tight around me… I swear I’ll never get enough of this.”My nails dug lightly into the strong muscles of his back, my body arching upward to meet his movements. “Alex… harder… please… don’t hold back,” I begged, my voice thick with need.He obliged instantly, his
Emily’s POVThe soft afternoon light filtered through the large windows of my studio, casting warm golden streaks across the canvas I was working on. The room was quiet except for the gentle scratch of my brush moving over the surface and the faint hum of the air conditioner. I had been completely lost in my work, letting every thought and feeling flow freely into the colors and shapes before me. It was the only place where my mind could truly settle, where everything else seemed to fade into the background.That peace was interrupted when my phone suddenly buzzed loudly on the small table beside me. I set down my brush carefully, wiped my fingers clean on a cloth, and reached for it. When I saw the name on the screen, a small smile touched my lips—it had been far too long since we had properly spoken.“Hey,” I answered warmly.“Hi, Em. Are you busy right now?” Kara’s voice came through, sounding bright but carrying a slight edge of seriousness.“Um, not really,” I replied, glanc
Emily’s POVWill and I settled into a quiet corner of the small café located right next to the gallery. The atmosphere was calm, with soft music playing in the background and the faint clinking of cups and saucers around us, but I couldn’t relax. There was something about this meeting that felt off from the very start—too sudden, too convenient, and far too familiar.He kept his eyes fixed steadily on me, his expression unreadable as he slowly stirred his coffee, the spoon making soft, repetitive sounds against the ceramic cup. Every now and then he would glance away, only to look back again, as if he were studying some kind of puzzle he hadn’t quite figured out yet.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my patience already beginning to wear thin. There were more important things I could be doing—preparing for new paintings, organizing my thoughts, or simply enjoying the peaceful morning. Instead, here I was, sitting across from someone who was connected to the past I was trying so
Emily’s POV When I woke up that morning, sunlight was streaming softly through the curtains, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel that familiar tight knot of worry in my chest. It really did feel like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The space beside me was empty—Alex must have gotten up a little earlier—but the sheets still held his warmth, and the whole room felt calm and bright. I sat up slowly, stretching my arms above my head, and spotted Alex’s soft gray shirt draped over the foot of the bed. I pulled it on immediately; it was too big for me, falling to mid‑thigh, and it smelled like him—clean, warm, and familiar. Wrapped in that scent, everything felt perfect, like nothing could go wrong today. I wandered out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen, where I could hear soft music playing and the quiet sizzle of something cooking. Alex was standing at the stove, his back to me, flipping strips of bacon and carefully folding an omel
Emily’s POVAfter we had finished walking through every section of the gallery, stopping to admire each display and lingering longest in front of my own paintings, Mr. Pierre suddenly appeared beside us, looking more animated and excited than I had ever seen him.He carried a small sheet of paper in one hand, and there was a wide, knowing smile on his face as he stepped close enough to speak without drawing too much attention.“Em, Alex—wait just a moment, I have some incredible news for you,” he said, his voice full of surprise.“A buyer has just come forward, and he has made a very unusual request: he wants to purchase all of Emily’s work—every single painting on display here today.”My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at him, certain I must have misheard. Beside me, Alex’s arm tightened around my waist, his eyes widening in equal shock.“All of them?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “You mean every painting, not just one or two?”Pierre nodded vigorously, his s
Emily’s POV Everyone was staring at me. I felt their eyes like needles on my skin as I walked down the main corridor toward my next class. Some looked disgusted, others angry, and a few just disappointed, like I had personally let them down. I barely knew most of them. We had never spoken. Yet
Emily’s POVI was just about to turn off the lights and try to sleep when my phone started ringing.It was Alex.The name on the screen made my stomach twist. He never called me, not once, since we knew each other. The phone kept vibrating on my nightstand, insistent and loud in the quiet room.Ka
Emily’s POVI was still busy in front of my canvas when my classmate tapped me on the shoulder and said Lucas was waiting outside and wanted to talk to me.My brush froze mid-stroke. The soft blue I had been blending suddenly felt wrong — too bright, too hopeful for the mess swirling inside me. I
Emily’s POVKara waved her hand in front of my face for the third time.“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you looking at Alex like that? Is that girl his fiancée? She has the nerve to come here.”I blinked and forced my eyes back to my plate. The spaghetti in front of me suddenly looked like a sad pile o







