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Chapter 54

Author: Sucrée Pen
last update publish date: 2026-07-18 23:52:00

Ryder’s POV

The jocks moved like they owned the town, laughing and shoving each other with that same entitled swagger as they cut across toward the supermarket parking lot. I kept my distance, hands shoved deep in my pockets, jaw tight, the bouquet of roses still waiting in the car like an unanswered question I wasn’t ready to face yet. Following them felt right. Necessary. The air grew thicker with the scent of hot asphalt and distant rain as I trailed them, every step stirring dust from the c
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    Ryder’s POVThe jocks scattered like the cowards they were, muttering curses and shooting dark glances over their shoulders as they disappeared down another aisle, their footsteps fading into the store’s ambient buzz. The supermarket returned to its normal hum with carts squeaking, and a distant page over the intercom but a few curious shoppers lingered, pretending not to stare while clutching their baskets tighter. I turned to Zach, the protective fire still burning hot in my chest, refusing to cool. He looked rattled, hood pulled low, shoulders tense and drawn up like wires about to snap, basket clutched in white-knuckled fingers like a shield against the world. The sight of him like this, after everything we’d been through, twisted something deep and vicious inside me.“You okay?” I asked, voice softer now, rough around the edges. I reached down and started gathering the cans that had fallen during the confrontation, the metal cool and slightly dented against my palms, placing them

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