All Chapters of Love In The Gray: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Troy walked aimlessly through the quiet night, his head bowed as he tried to shake off the sting of Eric’s dad’s words. No matter how much he told himself not to care, the pain kept hitting him, sharp and relentless. It was bad enough that Colby opposed his relationship with Eric—now it seemed Eric’s dad wouldn’t support them either. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the hurried footsteps behind him until a hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around. Before he could react, he was pulled into a tight embrace. "I’m sorry," Eric whispered, his voice filled with guilt. Troy blinked, then let himself melt into the hug. He sniffled quietly, his face pressing against Eric’s chest. The familiar scent of Eric’s cologne surrounded him, comforting in its warmth. "I’m so sorry," Eric said again, his arms tightening around Troy. "I didn’t know my dad would act like that. You shouldn’t have had to go through that." Eric pulled back slightly, running a hand through his hair as he glanced do

Troy leapt out of bed, hurriedly grabbing his clothes and fumbling to put them on with shaky hands. Of all times, why did Aiden have to show up now, just when things were getting interesting? "You could’ve knocked," Eric muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low and frustrated as he reluctantly began dressing too. Aiden stood with his back to them, facing the doorframe, arms crossed. A loud scoff escaped his lips. "Knocked? Seriously?" he scoffed again, louder this time. "I’ve always walked in here whenever I wanted, and it’s never been an issue before. This is my place too." He started to turn toward them but stopped, adding pointedly, "Besides, how is this my fault? You’re the one who didn’t bother locking the door." Eric opened his mouth to protest, but Troy intervened, his voice calm yet firm. "Both of you, that’s enough." He shot Eric a warning look before turning back to Aiden. "And you can turn around now." Aiden turned to face them, his eyes immediately narrow

Troy stretched softly as he and Eric finished their dinner. "Are you satisfied, or should I make something else?" Eric asked.Troy responded with a small smile as he stood up. "I'm satisfied," he said, gathering the empty plates from the table. "I'll do the dishes," he added casually, avoiding Eric's gaze as he carried the plates to the small sink in the corner of the kitchen. Eric remained seated for a moment, his eyes following Troy as he rolled up his sleeves and began washing the plates. The gentle sound of running water and the soft clinking of dishes filled the quiet room. After a pause, Eric got up and walked over to Troy. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around Troy's waist from behind, resting his chin lightly on Troy's shoulder. Troy froze for a moment, his hands still under the water. "What are you doing?" he asked, glancing at Eric from the corner of his eye. "Hugging you," Eric said simply, his voice light but warm. "I can see that," Troy muttered, s

The classroom was noisy with students chatting, their voices low but clear enough for Tristan to catch fragments of their conversation. Most of it revolved around him and Aiden. Faustino slid into the seat beside him, leaning closer. "Tristan... is it true? What everyone’s saying about you and Aiden?" he asked, his voice filled, with curiosity. Tristan didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on the open book in front of him, though he hadn’t processed a single word. He flipped a page mechanically, pretending to read while the whispers around him grew louder with every passing second, drowning out the words on the page. "I knew they hated each other before, but this sudden closeness? Could it be their parents are single and got married?" one student speculated, their laughter echoing around the classroom."Isn’t it weird? How can they be stepbrothers? Tristan and Aiden? That just doesn’t add up," another joined in.Tristan’s hands clenched the edges of his book, but he kept his face ca

Stepping out of his room, Aiden froze when he saw Tristan leaning casually against his doorframe, arms crossed, as if he'd been waiting. "Don’t tell me you’re planning to avoid me now," Tristan said, his voice calm yet challenging. "I wouldn’t dare." Aiden muttered softly, looking away as if to hide his blush.Before he could say more, Tristan's hand slid to Aiden's wrist, pulling him closer until their noses almost brushed. The closeness made the air between them tense, charged. " What do you think about kissing right here?" Tristan teased, a playful glint in his eye. Aiden raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. But before he could respond, Tristan leaned in, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to his lips. "I’d stay longer," Tristan murmured, "but I’ve got class... and a project due by noon." Aiden nodded, his gaze following Tristan. "I’ll head out first, then." As he reached the stairs, he turned back briefly, catching Tristan's eyes with a soft smile before giving a small