Steps and a Stop

Mateo POV

I’m in my room, the air still and heavy, my hands gripping my phone tight. My chest’s tight, a knot twisting, since yesterday by the track—Noah kissing me, quick and desperate, his shaky “Sorry” burning in my ears, flipping my head upside down. That glow—“He’s tasting you still”—stayed wi...

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