تسجيل الدخولElena CarsonThe second the door clicks shut behind Nora, Killian pulls me into his arms.He holds me tightly, one hand stroking slowly through my hair. Something about him feels different since he came back upstairs with Nora earlier. He’s a bit different, trying to hold me at any chance he gets. Maybe they had a conversation far more than him telling her about our relationship.Relationship. Saying it makes it harder to believe. I press closer to him, cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I want this. All of it. The quiet. The warmth. The way he holds me like he’s not planning to let go.I remember the soft “I’m sorry” he whispered earlier when he first hugged me in front of Nora. The words have been sitting at the back of my mind ever since. What was he sorry for? Was he apologizing that he told Nora about us even though we’d both agreed to stay lowkey for now?I pull back just enough to look up at him. “Why did you say you were sorry earlier?”
Elena CarsonI hug Mom one last time at the door.Her arms are tight around me. I know I have to try to build trust again, find some kind of way forward. Philip stands a few steps back. I don’t hug him, and he doesn’t reach for me. For now he’s just the man who makes my mother smile. That’s all I can give him.Mom pulls back and looks at me carefully. “Please don’t ignore my calls anymore.”“I won’t.”I watch them step into the elevator. The doors slide shut. They’re gone.Something in my chest loosens the moment the hallway is empty. A weight I didn’t realize was still sitting there lifts. Clarity does that, I guess. Even messy clarity.I walk back into the penthouse and sink onto the couch with a long breath. The place feels quieter without them. I wait for Killian and Nora, staring at the closed door, wondering what they’re talking about downstairs. He wouldn’t have told her about us… would he?The door opens.I stand up. “Where did you guys…”Killian doesn’t let me finish. He walk
Killian DavenportI step out of the building with Nora beside me. The late afternoon air is cooler than I expected. She stretches her arms over her head as we walk down the sidewalk, then we cross into the small park across the street. We find an empty bench and sit.Nora glances over. “How was your weekend?”“Good. How was your trip?”“It was fun. But I lowkey feel bad that I wasn’t here for Elena.”“It wasn’t your fault.”“But at least you were here for her.”I nod once. She turns slightly on the bench and studies me with that sharp little sister stare.“You seem different.”“Different how?”“More relaxed. Half the time your jaw is ticking or you’re just… tensed. Like you’re holding something back. Right now you look almost calm.”I keep my expression neutral. “Do I?”“It’s refreshing.”“You’re delusional.”She laughs. “Thanks for looking after Elena.”“I had to.”Silence settles between us for a moment. The park is quiet except for distant traffic and the soft rustle of leave
Elena CarsonI watch Killian disappear into the hallway toward the door.The second he’s gone I sink deeper into the couch, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against my bare thighs. My heart is still racing. We’re together. Actually together. The boy—no, the man—I’ve loved since I was thirteen just called me his woman. It feels like something out of a dream.But the conditions, he said if this ever threatens my academics, my reputation, or me, he’ll end it. I have to make sure that never happens. And the eight months… I push the thought away as hard as I can. Part of me is already clinging to the hope that by then he’ll be too deep in this to leave. That maybe he’ll choose me the way no one else ever has and stay.I adjust the shirt and glance toward the hallway. Why is he taking so long? Who could even be at the door? It can’t be Nora. She has a keycard. She never needs to ring the bell.Footsteps.Nora appears first, Killian right behind her. Relief floods me. I stand and pu
Killian DavenportI wake with her soft body pressed against mine.Elena is curled into my chest, one leg tangled with mine. The early light filters through the curtains and catches in her dark hair. She looks peaceful. Completely unguarded. I stare at her longer than I should, tracing the faint marks I left on her neck last night.I’m glad I didn’t shut it down.I spent weeks trying to force logic over instinct, trying to convince myself that wanting her was temporary, controllable, something I could fuck out of my system. Last night she made me stop. She made me realize I don’t have to make sense of everything before I act. I want her. That doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but me. I can’t get her out of my head or my system, and that doesn’t have to make sense to anyone either.Love might still be a strong word. But whatever this is, whatever has been growing under the surface since the first time I touched her, it’s already far past pure sex. I’m done pretending otherwise.
Elena CarsonThe car is quiet the entire way back.My heart hasn’t slowed since the kiss. It keeps thudding against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. I stare out the window, watching the city lights blur past, but all I can feel is the ghost of his mouth on mine. The slow drag of his tongue. The way he bit my lower lip like he was claiming it.Why did he kiss me?Was it just the moment? The cold hands, the quiet, the way I looked at him? Or was there more? And why did he pull away so carefully, like he was putting a boundary back in place the second it started to slip? I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to drag me across the console and forget every reason we’ve been holding back. But he stopped. Always controlled.Maybe he didn’t want more.The thought continues to linger as he pulls into the underground lot of his building. We step out in silence. The elevator ride is worse, just the soft hum of the machinery and the space between us that. I keep my eyes on the glowing
Elena Carson He wasn’t supposed to be here tonight.Killian Davenport straightens from the bar, his grey eyes locked on me like he’s trying to place something. My stomach flips violently. He starts walking toward me, slow and deliberate, like a predator who just spotted easy prey. I freeze
Elena Carson The first time Killian Davenport broke my heart, I was thirteen years old. The second time happened tonight when his sister looked up from her phone and casually said, “My brother is back.” That was barely an hour ago, and my heart still hasn’t recovered. I swallow hard, staring a
Elena CarsonIt’s been three days since Professor Davenport asked me to drop his class and I told him no.Three days of successfully avoiding him. Or maybe he’s been avoiding me. Either way, I haven’t seen him since that awkward confrontation in his office. But I hear his name everywhere I turn o
Elena Carson I don’t wait for him to say anything else before I walk out of his office. The door clicks shut behind me, and I keep walking, fast and angry. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. My cheeks are burning too and my hands won’t stop shaking. I just need to get the







