Kurtis POV I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the quiet night air. My chest was tight, heart pounding like a drum in my ears. The house felt too small, too suffocating. I needed to breathe. I needed to think. But all I could think about was Lyra, standing there with tears in her eyes, swearing up and down that she hadn’t cheated on me. Swearing that she loved me. Yet, Angela’s voice kept playing in my head like a broken record: “She’s been seeing James. They’ve been in love for a while.”I climbed into my car and punched the steering wheel. Hard. The pain shot up my arm, but it barely registered. I was too angry, too confused. Lyra said she loved me, but why hadn’t she told me about James? Why did she let me find out this way, through Angela of all people? The thought of Angela made me frown. I trusted her, or at least I thought I did. But something didn’t sit right about the way she’d told me everything. Like she wanted me to believe the worst.I pulled my p
Kurtis POVI stood there, staring at Lyra as she tried to gather herself. My mind was a mess. Every part of me was torn between wanting to believe her and the poison that Angela had planted in my head.She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on mine, and began speaking. "Kurtis, I dated James before I ever met you. It was before we even crossed paths, back when I was still struggling to figure myself out." Her voice trembled as she spoke, but I didn’t let her words sink in too quickly.I crossed my arms, forcing myself to keep a distance, both physically and emotionally. "And you never thought to tell me this before?" I could feel the anger rising again, but I fought to keep my voice calm. Lyra looked away, swallowing hard. "I wanted to forget about him. I didn’t think he mattered anymore."I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing. "He didn’t matter? Then why was Angela so sure that you two were still in love? What the hell are you hiding, Lyra?"Her gaze shot up, panic flashing across her
KurtisI stood by the window, watching the waves crash against the shore. The same waves that had once made this trip feel like a dream were now just noise to me. Everything felt tainted now, ruined.Lyra was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes puffy from crying all night. I hadn't been able to sleep either, but I was too pissed to care. The anger burned through every other emotion I could have felt."I booked our flight back for tomorrow," I said, my voice cold.Lyra's head snapped up, her voice barely a whisper. "Tomorrow? But... we were supposed to stay for a few more days.""Well, that’s off the table now, isn't it?" I turned around, my arms crossed. "This trip is ruined. There’s no point in dragging it out."Her face crumpled as she stood up, closing the distance between us. "Kurtis, please, don't do this. Don’t let Angela tear us apart.""Angela isn't tearing us apart, Lyra. You did that all by yourself," I spat, my voice harsh. "She just lit the match."Lyra shook her head fur
Kurtis “You ruined everything, Lyra.” My voice was cold, cutting through the tense air between us as I slammed the door shut behind me. Her eyes, already glossy from earlier, widened at the sound of my words, but she didn’t say anything. She just stood there, near the bed, helpless, biting her lip as if that would hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill out. I didn’t care. Not anymore. I stalked toward her, the frustration boiling under my skin. “Do you even understand how bad you screwed this up? The trip, the flight, the lies, everything.”“Kurtis…” Her voice broke, and she reached out for me, but I was in no mood for comfort. Not after everything that had happened.“Don’t,” I snapped, stepping back, dodging her touch like it burned. “Don’t even try. You think you can fix this with an apology? Do you think sorry’s going to make it all magically go away?”Tears welled up in her eyes again, but I was too far gone to care. “I *said* I’m sorry. I’ve been saying it over a
Lyra’s POVI woke up slowly, the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. My body ached most deliciously, the memories of last night still fresh in my mind. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep when I smelled something, something sweet, comforting. My eyes fluttered open fully, and there he was, Kurtis, standing beside the bed, a tray in his hands with breakfast. My heart skipped a beat, seeing him like that, so calm, his face soft in the morning light, as if the storm of our argument had never happened. His eyes, though tired, held a kind of quiet intensity as he watched me wake.“Morning,” his voice was low, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.“You… you made breakfast?” I asked, my voice still raspy from sleep.He nodded, setting the tray down carefully on the bed, close to me. “You didn’t think I’d let you starve, did you?” He raised an eyebrow, but there was something deeper in his eyes. The playful glint wasn’t hidin
Angela’s POVI stormed across my room, anger pulsing through my veins, my hands trembling with rage. I had waited long enough. James was supposed to have done this already, and from the sound of Lyra’s voice earlier, it didn’t seem like Kurtis and she were anywhere near breaking up.How could he have messed this up?I grabbed my phone, barely able to control the fury boiling inside me as I scrolled to James’s number. My finger hovered over the call button for a moment before I hit it, pacing back and forth as the phone rang in my ear. It rang and rang. I was about to lose it when, finally, he picked up.“Angela,” James’s voice came through, lazy and nonchalant.I didn’t even let him finish. “What the hell, James? What the actual hell?!”There was a pause, and I could almost picture his smug, unbothered face on the other end of the line. “What are you talking about?”“You know “exactly” what I’m talking about,” I hissed, my free hand curling into a tight fist. “You were supposed to bre
Lyra's POV I stirred awake as the morning sun peeked through the curtains, stretching my arms above my head. I glanced at the clock. “Looks like it’s almost time,” I muttered to myself. I turned to Kurtis, still asleep beside me, his chest rising and falling softly.I reached out, brushing my fingers through his hair. “Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up. We’ve got a big day ahead!” He didn't respond, I smiled, reaching out to gently brush my fingers across his cheek. "Kurtis, it’s time to get up," I whispered, leaning in closer.He stirred slightly but didn’t open his eyes. "Five more minutes, baby girl," he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.I chuckled softly. "You said that last night when you told me we’d be traveling back today. We’ve got to get moving."Kurtis slowly opened one eye, flashing me a lazy grin. "I did, didn’t I?" His hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer. "But can’t we have just a little more time before reality hits?"He groaned, turning onto his side, his blue
Kurtis POV"Are you trying to distract me, baby girl?" I teased, pulling Lyra closer, feeling her warmth press against me as we lay on the couch, still basking in the afterglow of our first night in the new apartment. The soft candlelight filled the room, but it couldn’t match the heat and spark between us.Lyra grinned, her lips brushing against my neck as she whispered, "Maybe... is it working?"I chuckled, my hand sliding down her back. "Always." I kissed her gently, savoring the softness of her lips. "But I can’t stop thinking about something."She tilted her head, curiosity lighting up her eyes. "What’s that?""Our wedding," I said, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "I’ve been planning it in my head. I want it to be the perfect celebration of us."Her smile widened, but there was a hint of playfulness in her eyes. "Oh, have you now? And what exactly have you planned, Mr. Architect?"I grinned, loving how she always kept me on my toes. "Well," I started, sitting up a