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#Chapter 67: Bittersweet Confessions
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Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 68: Cherry Red
For a moment longer than it probably should have, Nathan’s thumb lingered on my cheek where he had brushed the flour away. As though coming to our senses at the exact same time, however, he quickly pulled away and I cleared my throat. “Want some pie?” I asked, turning away and walking to the fridge in order to hide my red face. I opened the freezer and dug around until I found a container of vanilla ice cream, which I had bought a few days prior. “Sure,” Nathan replied. By the time I turned back around to face him, he was on the other side of the kitchen and was avoiding my gaze like the plague. But even then, I could see how his mouth watered every time he glanced at the pie, and my apprehension turned to amusement. A few minutes later, we had between us two plates of bright red, gooey cherry pie topped with scoops of vanilla ice cream. The aroma of the sweet cherries and the buttery, flaky crust filled the air in the kitchen, reminding me of the little bakery that we use
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 69: Sweet Regret
I sobbed into Nathan’s chest, clutching his shirt in my fists as memories of what my ex had done to me flooded into my mind. The hatred for my ex had been there all along, festering in my mind since the moment that he kicked me out; but when I found out that I was pregnant, I forced myself to put on a brave face for my future child and push down the anger that I had. Now, however, the sweetness of the cherry pie and the warm embrace of my childhood friend dredged out all of that pain. “Shh,” Nathan whispered, stroking my hair. “It’s alright.” “I hate him so much,” I sobbed. “I can’t believe that he’s just ignoring his own child.” Nathan let out a deep sigh. “I know, Liv. I’m sorry. If I could take away your pain, I would.” My sobs subsided. Slowly, I looked up. My tear-stained eyes met Nathan’s, which were filled with sadness. But there was a hint of something else there, something more tender, a glimmer of hope amongst all of the turmoil. A flicker of something inexpl
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 70: Forbidden Desires
Olivia’s kiss was burned into my lips like a permanent brand from a hot iron, and the taste of cherry pie on her tongue lingered in my mouth like a ghost.It felt as though her lips lived there now, inside my mouth, replacing my tongue and all of my senses. All I could taste was her, and I didn’t want to taste anything else.But at the same time, I knew that this was a bad idea. The feeling of the blood rushing through my body, urging me to do more than just kiss her as we stood in the kitchen, overwhelmed me and I had to get away.I knew that if I stayed with her any longer, I would be laying her out across the kitchen counter in the same fashion that she laid out the pie crust. It would be the demise of the friendship that we had only just rekindled, and it would break all of the rules that we had set in place.The last thing I saw before I painfully retreated was the sorrowful, hurt expression on Olivia’s face. Oh, how I wanted to stay and wipe that pain off of her pretty face; but
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 71: Awkward Encounters
After a night spent tossing and turning, the sun finally rose. I hardly slept at all the night before, as my mind was too addled by the memories of what had happened yesterday.My kiss with Nathan still burned heavily on my lips. What I saw after that, when I shouldn’t have been spying, was now burned into my memory.With a sigh, I reluctantly got out of bed. I knew that I would have to face Nathan eventually; we would need to talk about the kiss, at the very least. It was also likely that he heard me last night as I rushed away from his room, but I was prepared to at least lie about that.I didn’t particularly want him knowing that I stood there, peeking through the crack in his door, and watched like a pervert while he had an intimate moment by himself.My footsteps echoed through the quiet house as I groggily descended the stairs. The morning light filtered in through the windows, casting a soft glow over the little villa.As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, a peculiar sight ca
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 72: Unspoken Desires and Pancake Nostalgia
My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the multitude of outfits hanging in my wardrobe. Settling on a lavender dress, I reminded myself that it was only Nathan, just Nathan, my lifelong friend.But everything had changed last night.The memory of our unexpected kiss intermingled with the sight of him in an intimate act of self-pleasure sent a flush across my cheeks.We'd stumbled across a boundary we'd never crossed before, leaving me a disoriented mess.I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I felt the need to look attractive around Nathan. It felt silly and pointless, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. As I meticulously curled my hair, I fought the nerves threatening to consume me.Looking into the mirror, I took a deep breath, my reflection showing a woman trying to piece herself together.Walking down the stairs, I found Nathan waiting by the door. As I approached, his cheeks tinted themselves a shade of pink upon seeing me.“I’m ready,” I mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.“Alr
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 73: Of Misplaced Orders and Asserted Status
The diner was alive with the usual morning bustle as the waitress approached our booth, carrying a tray of steaming food. “Here you go,” she said, setting a plate of fragrant chocolate chip pancakes in front of Nathan first. I felt my mouth start to water just looking at them; they were even bigger and fluffier than I remembered, and it seemed as though the cooks had no shortage of chocolate chips. She set a plate of bacon down next, and I sat in awe of its glimmering sheen and crispy edges. I had been excited for the chocolate chip pancakes that I also ordered, the comfort of a familiar meal to alleviate the tension that had settled between Nathan and me. Unfortunately, my anticipation deflated as the waitress set down eggs benedict in front of me. I frowned as I looked down at the plate. Nathan, already fully absorbed in spreading butter on his pancakes, didn’t notice my apprehension. “Something wrong?” the waitress asked in a low voice, cocking her head. I had never b
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 74: Reminiscence and Reconciliation
The tension of the earlier encounter with the waitress was still raw, and I felt a gnawing guilt in my chest as Olivia listlessly picked at her newly served pancakes.That bitter taste of regret continued to gnaw at me even as we left the diner after finishing our meal. Olivia's subdued demeanor cast a heavy cloud over what should have been an ordinary breakfast.I knew I had to bring back that spark in her eyes. A cheerful conversation was my ammunition.“Olivia,” I ventured as I guided the car around the curves in the road, trying to think of something to lighten the mood that we had so carefully cultivated before the incident at breakfast, “do you remember our ‘great expedition’ through the Sullivan forest?”Her brows knit together in thought for a few moments before her eyes lit up.“The one where we got lost for hours?” She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You were so adamant that we were going in the right direction.”“And you kept insisting we follow the moss,” I laughed, th
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 75: Digital Solitude
“It's perfect, Nathan,” I murmured, my eyes filling with tears. “It tastes just like my dad's.”Nathan let out a sigh of relief. “Good,” he said, grinning. “I’m glad you like it.”The tender lamb stew was exactly as I remembered it. The smell, the taste, it was like being wrapped in a warm, comforting blanket. It reminded me of the good old days with my dad. The nostalgia made me smile, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a spark of genuine happiness.Nathan had nailed it. He had managed to bring me a piece of home and, in doing so, had momentarily swept away the worries and heartaches. For a moment, it was as if I was home again in my dad’s little kitchen, blissfully ignorant of the storms brewing around me.After dinner, Nathan and I cleaned up the kitchen, exchanging light-hearted banter. The tension from the morning seemed like a distant memory, replaced with an easy camaraderie. Once the dishes were done, Nathan retreated to his room to work on some pack business.The
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Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 568: True Vows
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Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 567: True Luna
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Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 566: Vignettes
OliviaI rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.”Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference.
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Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 563: The End of an Era
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Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 562: The Rise & The Fall
OliviaThe air coming through the open windows smelled like the fresh sea breeze as we made our way from room to room, touring every nook and cranny of the newly completed cottage. It was perfect—cozy and quaint, while still boasting all the modern amenities one could want. But more than that, it was a sanctuary, a haven.A fresh start.
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 561: Spring Air
OliviaThe sound of power tools outside streamed in through the window while I folded the laundry, a distant backdrop to my swirling thoughts. I had grown used to the sound, and actually kind of enjoyed it. It was a reminder that life went on, that our family was growing.It had been a couple of weeks since I had made the decision to take a temporary leave from work in order to really focus on my family—on rebuilding that long-severed bond with my mother—and I was glad I did.
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