All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Serena POVI feel calm in a way I can’t explain. The weight that always lingers, the constant suffocating pressure, is gone. I wasn’t sure what my plan was when I walked in here. I woke up, heard the shower running, and something inside me just moved, pulling me toward the sound, toward him.The moment I stepped inside, I saw him. Water running over his tense body, hands braced against the tiles, muscles locked tight. When I touched him, he jerked like I had shocked him. His body reacted before his mind could stop it. That reaction sent a thrill through me, something I hadn’t felt in so long.I step further into the shower, walking around until I stand directly in front of him.“Firefly, out,” he mutters, voice tight.I move closer instead. There’s something about him that makes me want to be near him, that makes me crave that feeling he gives me, the one where I feel real, feel alive.“You didn’t fuck me,” I whisper, searching his face. I’m not saying it because I feel like I need hi

Serena POVI shake my head, my throat tightening. “You say you love me. You say you waited for me. But the moment I try to give you what you’ve been waiting for, you reject me. You call me out on my shit, but what about yours? You’re standing here, acting like some fucking saint, like you’re above me, but you’re the one who doesn’t even know how to want someone without making it some big fucking deal.”Jace’s jaw clenches, his whole body tensing like he’s barely keeping himself from snapping. “You don’t get it. I don’t just want you, Serena. I love you. I have since we were kids, and no matter how much I’ve tried to push it down, no matter how much I’ve tried to forget, it’s still there. I didn’t wait for you just because I was holding onto some fantasy. I waited because I wanted my first time to mean something, and I wanted it to be with you. But I won’t touch you until I know you aren’t going to disappear on me again.”The intensity in his voice, the sheer force behind his words, ne

Jace POV“Do you black out often?” I ask carefully, watching her reaction.“If I’m too late with my meds, yeah. Sometimes when I have manic episodes, I don’t remember everything either, but it’s mostly when I forget my meds. That’s when it gets really bad—when I start feeling like things are crawling on me, when I get paranoid and can’t focus on anything.”A cold knot tightens in my stomach. That doesn’t sound right. Missing one dose of her meds shouldn’t send her spiraling like that, not in just a few hours. I stare at her, the pieces not fitting together the way they should.Something’s wrong. And whether she realizes it or not, someone’s been fucking with her.I guide her toward the bed, keeping my grip steady as I ease her down. She’s exhausted, I can see it in the way her body sways, in the way she keeps blinking like she’s struggling to stay ground

Serena POVSomething still doesn’t feel right. But at least, for now, I’m present.I walk ahead of him and step into the house. It’s quiet, but that doesn’t matter.“You’re late,” Dale snaps, making me turn just as he steps into the room. He stops when he sees Jace, his gaze flickering between us, questioning.“She needs her meds,” Jace says, his tone firm. “She’s also moving out.” There’s no room for argument in his voice, no space for discussion.Dale shifts his attention between me and Jace before settling on him. “And you are?” he asks, stepping forward. “I can’t just hand over her medication to you and trust you with it. Her father won’t agree to this either.”“I’m not a child!” I snap, my frustration boiling over.“Then stop acting like a fucking idiot!” Dale yells, his voice sharp enoug

Jace POVI stare at her. I don’t move and neither does she.Her pulse thrums beneath my fingers, wild but steady, like she’s caught in the middle of something she doesn’t know how to process. Her breath is slow, but her eyes, her eyes are locked onto mine, like I just cracked open something inside her she didn’t even know was there.I should let go. I should. But I don’t. Because for the first time since we walked in here, she’s present. She’s not pacing, not vibrating with unchecked energy, not pushing every boundary she can find just to get a reaction.She’s just here. Her lips part like she’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip, and I feel her throat move against my palm.I exhale sharply through my nose, forcing myself to let go. My fingers slide away from her throat, slow, deliberate, making sure she knows I’m the one in control of this moment. Not her.The second she’s free, her hands lift, her fingers brushing ove