It was closing time, and the sun had already set by the time Aiden and Tristan began their walk back to the dorm. The air was cool, and the distant sounds of students chatting filled the campus. The earlier tension between them had melted away, replaced by an easy silence. Aiden stole occasional glances at Tristan, who walked beside him with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed posture, making it impossible for Aiden to stay irritated. Neither of them spoke much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. When they reached their dorm, the night passed uneventfully until they decided to study together. They sat at the desk, textbooks and notes spread between them. Tristan leaned forward, explaining a concept with his usual calm confidence. Aiden tried to listen, but his focus wasn’t on the words. His eyes kept drifting to Tristan’s face—the sharp jawline, the long lashes, the way his lips moved, the slight furrow of his brows as he concentrated. Aiden’s heart raced. The urge t
Aiden pushed the door open and stepped into the house, letting it swing shut behind him. He dropped his bag on the couch and ran a hand through his hair, clearly exhausted. Andrew, his father, sat at the dining table with a newspaper in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door closing, then folded the paper neatly and set it aside when he noticed it was Aiden who had come in. "You're home?" his dad asked, glancing briefly toward the door for any sign of Tristan. Seeing none, he turned his attention back to Aiden. "Did you come home alone?" he asked, his tone calm but curious. Aiden rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah. My so-called 'older brother' is on his way," he replied, his voice filled with sarcasm as he made his way toward the stairs.Andrew raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching his son’s retreating back. For a moment, he considered pressing for more information but decided against it. Were the two boys starting to get along, or was this just another one of Aiden’s s
Troy and his friends sat in silence, their attention fixed on Aiden, who was engrossed in playing games on his phone."Something happened to you, didn’t it?" Colby asked. Though Aiden heard him, he didn’t respond."Let me guess—Tristan broke up with you," Kai said with a laugh. Aiden frowned, lowering his phone and shooting Kai a sharp glare. But the others didn’t take Kai’s words seriously."It’s not funny," Aiden muttered. His mind wandered back to the rejection. No matter how hard he tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, he couldn’t fool himself.'That dimwit. What’s this sudden nonsense about me being his brother? He’s lost his mind,' Aiden thought bitterly. His friends exchanged glances, watching his expression shift repeatedly."But dude," Sam said quietly, breaking the silence, "what’s your relationship with Tristan? Are you two related or something?" His curious tone made the others lean in.Aiden looked at them one by one, their faces filled with anticipation. "Well..." He trailed
Tristan sat on his bed, the faint glow of his phone casting shadows across his face in the dimly lit room. His fingers hovered over the screen, refreshing his messages over and over. Hours had passed since Aiden left with Serene to grab dinner. Surely, something would come through—a text, a call...anything to show that Aiden needed him. Maybe Serene couldn’t handle Aiden if he got drunk. Maybe Aiden would say something careless and start a fight. Maybe Aiden would remember he existed. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe. But nothing came. Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the bed. The thought of calling Aiden crossed his mind, but he dismissed it almost immediately. What would he even say? "Hey, are you okay?" God, it sounded ridiculous, even in his head. He got up and started pacing, running a hand through his hair. He hated this feeling—the knot in his chest, the gnawing need to know where Aiden was and what he was doing. Worse, he hated imagining Aiden smiling and laughing with Se
The distance between Aiden and Tristan grew wider every day, like a river carving its way through the earth, impossible to cross. Each passing day, it felt as though Aiden was slipping further away, and no matter what Tristan did, he couldn’t close the gap. Tristan couldn’t believe how cold Aiden had become, not after how close they had been. Was this how deeply Aiden had been hurt when he rejected him? If so, Tristan thought bitterly, he was feeling the weight of that rejection even more now. Aiden had stopped coming to their shared dorm entirely. He stayed at his dad’s house, avoiding Tristan as much as possible. On campus, whenever their paths crossed, Aiden would immediately turn away and walk in a different direction, leaving Tristan standing there, frozen and helpless. It was as if Tristan didn’t exist anymore. Many times, Tristan wanted to confront him, to bridge the gap, but Aiden would vanish before he could say a word. They had become like fire and rain—impossible
Troy adjusted his jacket one last time and nodded at his reflection in the mirror. His outfit was on point: blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a sleek leather jacket that fit him perfectly—just enough to turn heads.Running a hand through his dark hair, he made sure every strand was in place before flashing a small smile at his reflection. His fine features stared back at him, exuding confidence, or at least, that’s what he told himself. "You’ve got this," he muttered under his breath, though he wasn’t entirely sure why he felt so nervous.He was going to see Eric again, this time, as a surprise. It had been twelve days since they’d started seeing each other constantly, and Troy had to admit that Eric was a cool guy although he was annoying at times. Lately, Troy had found himself thinking about Eric more than he wanted to admit. There was something about Eric that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite put into words. The pull was magnetic, almost addictive, and despite the confusi
Without warning, Tristan learned in and pressed his lips softly to Aiden's, a kiss so sudden and gentle that froze Aiden in place. His body went rigid, his eyes wide in shock.Now what the hell was going?The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as though Tristan feared Aiden might push him away. But when Aiden didn’t move, didn’t resist, Tristan deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to the back of Aiden’s neck to hold him close. Aiden’s initial shock gave way to something else, something that made his knees weak. His hands instinctively clutched the front of Tristan’s shirt, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, confusion, longing all collided in a way that left him breathless. Slowly, he shut his eyes and kissed Tristan back, though his pace was slower, hesitant. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The softness of Tristan’s lips, the faint floral scent of his breath—it felt like something he could get addicted to. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were gasping for
“Do you feel it too?” Aiden’s voice was so low that Tristan barely heard him, but the words sent a shiver down his spine.As Aiden moved even closer, he blinked several times, taking another step back to put more space between them. A smirk hinted at the corners of Aiden’s silver eyes and caused the skin around his lips to crinkle. He advanced one step forward, then another, until he’d pressed Tristan against the wall with nowhere left for him to go. Tristan’s Adam-apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and tried not to meet Aiden's gaze.“Or is it just me?” Tristan’s breath caught as Aiden’s fingers brushed his, the contact lingering longer than it should have. They were standing too close—closer than brothers should—but neither of them made a move to create space. The heat between them was undeniable in a way that felt dangerous, like standing too close to a flame that could either warm you or burn you alive.Suddenly the power went out, but their faces were still visible thanks to the
Without warning, Tristan learned in and pressed his lips softly to Aiden's, a kiss so sudden and gentle that froze Aiden in place. His body went rigid, his eyes wide in shock.Now what the hell was going?The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as though Tristan feared Aiden might push him away. But when Aiden didn’t move, didn’t resist, Tristan deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to the back of Aiden’s neck to hold him close. Aiden’s initial shock gave way to something else, something that made his knees weak. His hands instinctively clutched the front of Tristan’s shirt, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, confusion, longing all collided in a way that left him breathless. Slowly, he shut his eyes and kissed Tristan back, though his pace was slower, hesitant. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The softness of Tristan’s lips, the faint floral scent of his breath—it felt like something he could get addicted to. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were gasping for
Troy adjusted his jacket one last time and nodded at his reflection in the mirror. His outfit was on point: blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a sleek leather jacket that fit him perfectly—just enough to turn heads.Running a hand through his dark hair, he made sure every strand was in place before flashing a small smile at his reflection. His fine features stared back at him, exuding confidence, or at least, that’s what he told himself. "You’ve got this," he muttered under his breath, though he wasn’t entirely sure why he felt so nervous.He was going to see Eric again, this time, as a surprise. It had been twelve days since they’d started seeing each other constantly, and Troy had to admit that Eric was a cool guy although he was annoying at times. Lately, Troy had found himself thinking about Eric more than he wanted to admit. There was something about Eric that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite put into words. The pull was magnetic, almost addictive, and despite the confusi
The distance between Aiden and Tristan grew wider every day, like a river carving its way through the earth, impossible to cross. Each passing day, it felt as though Aiden was slipping further away, and no matter what Tristan did, he couldn’t close the gap. Tristan couldn’t believe how cold Aiden had become, not after how close they had been. Was this how deeply Aiden had been hurt when he rejected him? If so, Tristan thought bitterly, he was feeling the weight of that rejection even more now. Aiden had stopped coming to their shared dorm entirely. He stayed at his dad’s house, avoiding Tristan as much as possible. On campus, whenever their paths crossed, Aiden would immediately turn away and walk in a different direction, leaving Tristan standing there, frozen and helpless. It was as if Tristan didn’t exist anymore. Many times, Tristan wanted to confront him, to bridge the gap, but Aiden would vanish before he could say a word. They had become like fire and rain—impossible
Tristan sat on his bed, the faint glow of his phone casting shadows across his face in the dimly lit room. His fingers hovered over the screen, refreshing his messages over and over. Hours had passed since Aiden left with Serene to grab dinner. Surely, something would come through—a text, a call...anything to show that Aiden needed him. Maybe Serene couldn’t handle Aiden if he got drunk. Maybe Aiden would say something careless and start a fight. Maybe Aiden would remember he existed. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe. But nothing came. Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the bed. The thought of calling Aiden crossed his mind, but he dismissed it almost immediately. What would he even say? "Hey, are you okay?" God, it sounded ridiculous, even in his head. He got up and started pacing, running a hand through his hair. He hated this feeling—the knot in his chest, the gnawing need to know where Aiden was and what he was doing. Worse, he hated imagining Aiden smiling and laughing with Se
Troy and his friends sat in silence, their attention fixed on Aiden, who was engrossed in playing games on his phone."Something happened to you, didn’t it?" Colby asked. Though Aiden heard him, he didn’t respond."Let me guess—Tristan broke up with you," Kai said with a laugh. Aiden frowned, lowering his phone and shooting Kai a sharp glare. But the others didn’t take Kai’s words seriously."It’s not funny," Aiden muttered. His mind wandered back to the rejection. No matter how hard he tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, he couldn’t fool himself.'That dimwit. What’s this sudden nonsense about me being his brother? He’s lost his mind,' Aiden thought bitterly. His friends exchanged glances, watching his expression shift repeatedly."But dude," Sam said quietly, breaking the silence, "what’s your relationship with Tristan? Are you two related or something?" His curious tone made the others lean in.Aiden looked at them one by one, their faces filled with anticipation. "Well..." He trailed
Aiden pushed the door open and stepped into the house, letting it swing shut behind him. He dropped his bag on the couch and ran a hand through his hair, clearly exhausted. Andrew, his father, sat at the dining table with a newspaper in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door closing, then folded the paper neatly and set it aside when he noticed it was Aiden who had come in. "You're home?" his dad asked, glancing briefly toward the door for any sign of Tristan. Seeing none, he turned his attention back to Aiden. "Did you come home alone?" he asked, his tone calm but curious. Aiden rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah. My so-called 'older brother' is on his way," he replied, his voice filled with sarcasm as he made his way toward the stairs.Andrew raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching his son’s retreating back. For a moment, he considered pressing for more information but decided against it. Were the two boys starting to get along, or was this just another one of Aiden’s s
It was closing time, and the sun had already set by the time Aiden and Tristan began their walk back to the dorm. The air was cool, and the distant sounds of students chatting filled the campus. The earlier tension between them had melted away, replaced by an easy silence. Aiden stole occasional glances at Tristan, who walked beside him with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed posture, making it impossible for Aiden to stay irritated. Neither of them spoke much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. When they reached their dorm, the night passed uneventfully until they decided to study together. They sat at the desk, textbooks and notes spread between them. Tristan leaned forward, explaining a concept with his usual calm confidence. Aiden tried to listen, but his focus wasn’t on the words. His eyes kept drifting to Tristan’s face—the sharp jawline, the long lashes, the way his lips moved, the slight furrow of his brows as he concentrated. Aiden’s heart raced. The urge t
The school bell had rung minutes ago, but Aiden remained seated, hoping Tristan wouldn’t come looking for him. For the past week, he had ignored Tristan’s calls, texts, and casual attempts to talk. He didn’t fully understand why he was acting this way. Part of him had expected Tristan to address the incident with Catherine, but no such conversation came. Instead, all Tristan seemed to care about since they returned from the game was studying, and it irritated Aiden to no end."I hate him so much," he muttered under his breath, though he knew the words were a lie. With a heavy sigh, he rested his head against the desk, attempting to close his eyes. But then, he caught sight of a familiar figure, forcing his eyes to snap open again.Sure enough, there was Tristan, walking toward him with the same determination he’d shown for the past few days. Aiden groaned internally. He’d gotten good at ignoring Tristan; slipping out of class the moment Tristan showed up, but today it seemed escape wa
Aiden’s heart nearly stopped. He snapped his head toward Kai, eyes wide with panic. "What?" he stammered. How on earth had Kai figured it out? Kai chuckled at Aiden’s reaction, pulling his phone up to his face. The sound effects from the game he’d started playing filled the brief silence. "Actually," Kai began, his tone casual, "it all started to click a few days ago. His sudden kindness toward you, and you... well, acting all soft and awkward whenever he’s around. It's not hard to connect the dots." Aiden’s face turned crimson, his pulse racing. "I thought I was overthinking it at first," Kai continued, briefly glancing at Aiden before focusing back on his phone. "But with that expression on your face... yeah, I guessed right." Kai smirked knowingly, while Aiden sat frozen, his throat dry. He’d been caught—completely undeniably caught. Arghhh! Damn it! He hated that he was so speechless, unable to deny a single word Kai had said. "I..." he began, but Kai cut him off with