Mag-log inThe night settled softly, like it wasn’t ready to make demands.Lola sat cross legged on the bed, laptop open but untouched, the glow of the screen reflecting thoughts she wasn’t ready to face. Outside, laughter drifted up from the quad college life in motion, unaware of the quiet gravity in her roo
Morning didn’t rush them.Sunlight slipped in gently, catching dust in the air and painting the room in soft gold. Lola woke with a strange, unfamiliar feeling peace. The kind that didn’t disappear the moment she opened her eyes.She was still in the middle.Jake lay on his back to her left, arm ben
The lights were off, but no one was asleep.Lola lay on her side, facing the wall, listening to the soft rhythm of breathing behind her. The room felt different in the dark smaller, warmer, more honest. There was no tension pressing down anymore, no threat humming under the surface.Just awareness.
Night arrived quietly.Not like before no alarms in Lola’s chest, no edge in the air. Just the soft hum of the dorm settling down, doors closing, laughter fading into low conversations and music drifting through walls.Lola stood at the window, arms folded loosely, watching the lights outside blink
The afternoon stretched out in a way that felt unfamiliar.Not tense.Not hurried.Just… open.Lola walked across campus with Jake and Damon flanking her not guarding, not hovering, simply there. The whispers still existed, but they were background noise now, like traffic she no longer needed to loo
Morning light slipped through the blinds in thin, pale lines.Lola woke slowly, awareness returning in layers. Warmth first. Then weight. Then the quiet certainty that she wasn’t alone.Jake was half-reclined against the headboard, one arm relaxed behind her shoulders, his breathing slow and even. D
I woke up in someone else’s hoodie with a mouth that tasted like sin and a body that remembered every touch. The light filtering through the half-drawn blinds stabbed at my eyes. A low groan escaped me as I rolled over, the scent of lavender and lust clinging to the sheets. Liv was already up, a t
I couldn’t sleep. Not with the taste of Liv still on my lips. Not with Jace’s words echoing in my head. Not after the way Professor Vale looked at me. The room was quiet now. Everyone had gone back to their own dorms like nothing happened. But my body… was still humming. Still soaked in heat. My
Silence. Thick, charged, and dripping with tension as Liv stepped into the room robe sliding off her shoulder just enough to hint at everything underneath. Jace straightened against the wall, his smirk twitching into something darker. Ryan’s grip on my hips tightened beneath me. And me? I could
I woke up still tasting Ryan on my lips. And still staring at the note from Jace. “You taste like secrets.” What the hell did that even mean? Liv was already up when I rolled over. She was in a towel, towel barely holding on, twisting her curls into a pineapple on top of her head. Her skin glist







