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Chapter 44: Something you... loveLYRIC SPENCER POV The days passed quickly, and it was my last class with Gavin Hawkins. Avoiding him had been difficult when we were only inches apart. As always, I arrived minutes earlier than the designated time. I spotted Gavin pinning a woman against a Lexus, his arms caging her in. Our eyes met, and something twisted in my stomach. I didn’t like it. They were so close—so close they could taste each other’s breath. I didn’t like how her perfectly manicured hands rested on his chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Gavin gripped her chin and pressed his lips onto hers. I noticed her entire body squirm against his, her toes curling as a soft moan escaped her lips. He deepened the kiss, and I felt my insides churn with discomfort—especially because his eyes never left mine. I didn’t like this. Tears pricked my eyes, stinging like a freshly peeled onion. I wanted
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# Chapter 45: Not Giving Up ## LYRIC SPENCER POV "Lyric, Lyric, wait—" My world spun as Gavin snatched my hand, pulling me against his chest. We both tumbled to the muddy ground, his arms caging me like a mother protecting her newborn. When we finally came to a stop, I lay on top of him, breathless. Droplets of rain slid down my face, dripping onto his. My soaked hair clung to my skin, and his chest rose and fell beneath me. Gavin jerked me by the waist, flipping us over in one swift motion. Now, he was on top of me, his face inches from mine. In the dim light of the rain, he looked almost unreal—like a different version of himself. "Lyric—" I shook my head, my legs kicking in defiance. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. "I’m not going to force you," he murmured, his grip firm but gentle as he pinned my wrists above my head. His voice softened. "I’m sorry for what I did that hurt you. I’m sorry I didn’t meet your expectations for what
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# Chapter 46: I’m Trying to Move On ## LYRIC SPENCER POV The following week became less bothersome. Avoiding Gavin had become second nature. With his hockey practice and our tight schedules, it felt like we were in separate cities—mostly due to my efforts. I changed my usual routes to class, made sure to sit on the opposite side of every room, and even stopped going to the library, knowing it was one of his least favorite places. Gavin loved video games and found art boring. But Gavin Hawkins wasn’t one to give up easily. The following morning, I arrived at my locker, only to find a folded piece of paper tucked inside. I glanced around, my heart hammering in my chest, before unfolding it. "We are taking the exams today. Wish me luck. I would like to see you after we are done. Urgent." The handwriting was messy, familiar. Gavin. I crumpled the paper and shoved it deep into my pocket, refusing to acknowledge the way my stomach twisted at h
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Chapter 47: I'd Keep My Storm LYRIC SPENCER POV For the rest of the class, I refused to acknowledge him. My brush moved in frantic, sharp strokes, splattering paint with more force than necessary. Each color I chose—deep reds, bruised purples, slashes of black—felt like they bled straight from my chest. Gavin didn’t speak. He didn’t text. But I could feel him watching, like a storm brewing just out of sight. It wasn’t until the teacher announced clean-up that he finally moved. He stretched lazily, his broad shoulders rolling back as if this whole thing was just a game. "Nice painting," he murmured under his breath. I shot him a glare. It was a mistake. His eyes weren’t teasing anymore. They weren’t smug. They were searching—serious in a way that made my stomach tighten. I tore my gaze away, shoving my brushes into the cup of murky water. "Everybody, drop your brushes," Miss Lia announced. Her gaze turned stern when it met mine but relaxed wh
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Chapter 48: You don’t get to ask that After class, I went back to ignoring him. His phone buzzed, but instead of responding, he let out a quiet sigh. "Lyric," he said, barely above a whisper. "Please wait—" I ignored him. Grabbed my bag. Stood up. I was halfway out the door when he caught my wrist. I froze for a full minute. His touch wasn’t forceful. It wasn’t rough. But it sent a jolt through me, like my body still remembered what it felt like to be held by him. What it felt like to tremble under him, how he tasted. How badly I had bitten into his back to stifle my moans. This was messed up. I didn’t need him anymore. Slowly, I turned back. He released me the second our eyes met. I expected him to look cocky, maybe even amused. But he looked… lost. Like he didn’t know what to say. Like he wasn’t sure if he should say anything at all. It was a first for the great Gavin Hawkins. His shoulders slumped, his eyes pleading. '' Please talk to
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