"Take off your glasses, Lyric," Gavin whispered, his breath tickling her ear. Lyric's heart raced as she hesitated, her fingers trembling on the frames. She gestured, <<Why?>> Gavin's smile was sly, "Because, babe, I want to corrupt that innocent mouth of yours. And I don't want anything getting in the way." ### Lyric Spencer, a mute and introverted nerd, is the target of relentless bullying at school. But when her best friend dares her to write her New Year's wish and hand it to Santa, Lyric's life takes a dramatic turn. Her wish? To lose her virginity to Gavin Hawkins, the school's notorious bad boy and star hockey player. Gavin, known for his one-night stands and unmatched charm, is nicknamed "The Wall" for his prowess on and off the ice. When Santa hands him Lyric's note, he's shocked to discover the quiet, curvy girl he's had his eye on wants him too. Gavin proposes a deal: he'll grant Lyric's wish if she tutors him. But as they spend more time together, Lyric's innocence and intelligence captivate Gavin, threatening to upend their initial agreement. Will Lyric become just another conquest, or will Gavin find himself craving more?
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 82: Just some guy > I signed before lowering my hands. Viktor smiled, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “She thinks she’s unlucky. Says I’m too overbearing.” > I teased, raising an eyebrow. "Hey!" He placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense. "I’m just helpful. It’s not my fault people don’t know how to take care of themselves." I rolled my eyes and turned away, stepping toward the main street. The town was quieter now, with most businesses closed for the evening. A few groups of people wandered around, probably visitors in town for tomorrow’s hockey game. Viktor easily fell into step beside me. “Are you walking home alone?” I nodded. "I’ll walk with you," he said casually, shoving his hands into his pockets. > "I know." His voice was light, but his steps remained firm. "But I want to." I didn’t argue. It had been a long day, and honestly, I di
Chapter 81: Gorgeous It was a little hotter than expected in the middle of January. The café was getting fewer and fewer customers during this time. People in Velmont didn’t drink much coffee in winter since snow rarely fell in town. The last time it snowed was at my sixth birthday party. I only remembered because Mama had kept the photos at home. I had clocked out of my shift earlier that day. It had taken a lot of convincing to get both Gavin and my aunt to let me work. The head chef, Sasha, was at the grill, her face red from the heat. She was also washing dishes in the back, her movements sharp with frustration. Then Michael stepped in. He stood by the threshold of the double doors, scanning the room like a hawk. "You, with the ugly hairband." I froze, pointing at my nose in question. "Yes, you," he clarified. Self-conscious, I touched the hairband resting atop my head. My mother had given it to me. It was beige and outdated, but I loved it.
Chapter 80: I pity her Gavin Hawkins’ POV I would like to say everything was going according to my plan. But it wasn’t. Lyric was never meant to be part of my life, and it would take me a year to realize it. Because if something wasn’t yours, it would hurt you until you realized it. --- I pulled my Jeep into the driveway of Alessio’s house, gripping my keys tightly as I made my way to the door. Lyric and her aunt were safer in my house than they were anywhere in Velmont, but that didn’t mean Alessio couldn’t still harm them. I wasn’t going to let that happen. Running a hand through my hair, I tried to ignore the weight of the steel tucked into my jeans. I pressed the doorbell. A sharp voice erupted from the speaker beside the gate. "Who is it?" "Gavin Hawkins. I'm here to see your boss, Alessio," I spoke into the intercom. The response was immediate and laced with hostility. "My boss says he doesn’t know a Gavin Hawkins. Leave be
Chapter 79: Slow down "Alessio's men approached me today." Upon hearing that, my mouth went totally dry. I caught a glance at Gavin, then back at my aunt. She had put the kids to sleep while we were discussing the tea I made. "Actually, they approached Catherine. One moment my baby was with me, and the next, she was gone. I left to check up on her, and this well-built stranger who smelled like trouble was holding my baby in his arms—my Catherine." Aunt Stephanie’s voice trembled. "So many thoughts ran through my mind, Lyric." I placed a comforting hand on hers, my eyes tearing up along with hers. I couldn't stop imagining what she had gone through today while I was out eating sushi. Guilt drowned me, suffocating any happiness I had felt earlier. "Lyric, we need to learn—" > "To get yourself killed?" she yelled, slamming a hand on the table. I startled, shifting in my seat as the chair groaned in response.
Chapter 78: Knuckleheads Lyric’s POV Gavin’s breath was hot against my skin, his lips trailing down my neck, his hands exploring me like I was something sacred. One of his hands kneaded my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, while the other slipped between my legs, stroking me with slow, deliberate movements. His mouth, meanwhile, was on my ear, nibbling lightly before moving lower. It was overwhelming—in the best way. My fingers clutched the edge of the counter as a dizzying heat coiled in my stomach. And then it happened. A sound slipped from my lips. A moan. The second it left me, my entire body froze. I felt Gavin freeze too. His hands stilled, his breath halted, and suddenly, he was craning his neck to look at me. His expression was a mix of shock and something else—something deep and unreadable. "Are you okay?" His voice was low, rough, almost breathless. I pressed my fingers against my lips, completely stunned
Chapter 77: I like us like this Gavin's POV "You want to go somewhere magical?" That’s what I had told Lyric before bringing her to Velmont Lake. The place was quiet, untouched by the noise of the city. Only the symphony of nature filled the air—the rhythmic chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves, the gentle lapping of water against the shore. The moon hung low in the sky, its soft glow casting silver reflections on the rippling lake. We sat on the hood of my car, sharing sushi under the open night sky. I stuck to eating grapes since I hated fish. The night breeze was sharp, so I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over Lyric’s shoulders. It swallowed her petite frame like an oversized shield, her delicate fingers peeking from the sleeves as she pulled it tighter around herself. I liked my things on her. I liked me when I was with her. "What do you like apart from painting, watching romantic movies, and reading books?" I asked, popping a grap
Chapter 76: Hopeless romantic LYRIC SPENCER POV After eating, we drank champagne and talked. Gavin leaned back against the couch, swirling the golden liquid in his glass. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" I smirked and typed on my phone, then let the robotic voice answer for me. "Pee at Wren's slumber party in the sixth grade and blame it on Bubbles." He nearly choked on his drink. "Who the hell is Bubbles?" I typed again, amused by his reaction. "Wren's cat at the time. I woke up in the middle of the night and found out Millie convinced me to blame the cat." "Who's Millie?" His brows furrowed as he turned to face me fully. I hesitated before typing. "It's Emilia. We used to be childhood friends. Then, one day, she stopped talking to me. She even asked Wren to do the same. When Wren refused, Emilia cut both of us out of her life." His expression softened with curiosity. "What happened between you two?" "I don't know, honestly.
Chapter 75: LYRIC SPENCER POV Oh, how it felt to die at the hands of someone you worshipped. I let go. Suddenly, air rushed into my lungs, breathing life back into me. Something warm, fleshy—soft—pressed against my lips. My chest heaved, and my eyes flew open. "Are you okay?" Gavin’s voice was laced with concern as he sat beside me on the bed, his face scrunched in worry. The dim torchlight from his phone cast flickering shadows across the room. "Are you okay?!" he asked again, his hands cupping my face. His eyes glistened with the remnants of unshed tears. Before I could register what had happened, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. His voice was a whisper against my neck. "I thought I was going to lose you. Were you having a nightmare? You couldn't breathe... you kept gasping." I blinked, still disoriented, unable to piece together the fragments of my dream. But in that moment, I knew one thing—I liked being held b
Chapter 74: I let go Third POVThe sharp crack of twigs breaking underfoot shattered the tense silence.Gavin turned sharply, eyes locking onto Viktor, who stood a few feet away, hands stuffed into his pockets. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes held something close to understanding.Gavin barely hesitated. He rushed toward Viktor, grabbing the collar of his shirt with desperate urgency. His voice was low, strained."You can sign, can't you? You were watching us. What did she say?"Viktor remained silent, his gaze steady, unreadable.Gavin's grip tightened for a moment before he let go, running a shaky hand through his hair. His frustration was mounting, but he tried again, softer this time, almost pleading."What did Lyric say?"Still, Viktor said nothing.Gavin’s jaw ticked, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. His patience was wearing thin. Without another word, he turned to follow after her.Just as he took his first step, Viktor's deep voice rang out, cutti
Chapter One: Nineteen is the Goal **Lyric POV** **Flashback** I remember the red and blue lights of the cop cars flashing like strobe lights, the constant wail of sirens piercing the air, and the golden-haired paramedic gently pulling a cloth over my shoulder. He carefully immobilized my leg while another paramedic held a tiny flashlight, peering into my eyes. “She looks healthy, aside from a few scratches here and there. The fracture will heal in a month or so. She will be fine,” he announced, but I paid no attention to his words; my eyes were glued to the ambulance. I stared at the stretcher, horrified as an arm rolled off it and hit the ground. One of the paramedics quickly followed, picking it up and placing it back on the stretcher as if it were a loose gumball. I cringed at the sight of my favorite candy ring adorning her index finger. I had given her that ring. “What is your name, sweetie? Who is the lady on the stretcher?” he asked. I gave him no re...
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