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LYRIC SPENCER POV ( R18) Chapter 41: This chapter is R18 As Gavin's lips touched mine, I felt a rush of emotions I'd never experienced before. It was like my whole world had come to a standstill, and all that mattered was the sensation of his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and he responded eagerly. His tongue explored my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. As he carried me to the living room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I'd never been this intimate with anyone before, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I was a bit scared about going through with this. As he trailed kisses down my neck, I shivered with pleasure. His hands roamed over my body, sending sparks of electricity through my veins. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, and he groaned with desire. "I want you, Lyric," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "All of you." Suddenly, Gavin pulled back, his chest h

Chapter 43: You Have Taste Lyric Spencer POV The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, and I braced myself for the day ahead. Today, I would see Gavin Hawkins again—not as the boy who had stolen my firsts, but as my student. Nothing more. I was not going to let him see how much he affected me. Standing in front of my closet, I carefully picked what I was going to wear. My eyes caught the dress I wore that night, and my heart ached. I pushed it aside and picked up my most comfortable clothes—a fitting blouse and black pants. Nothing too fancy. I would have gone with my bare face as usual, but my eyes were puffy. Luckily, tutorials on YouTube had helped me fix that. My hair was pulled back neatly, my makeup minimal but effective at hiding the evidence of the previous days of crying. With my bag slung over my shoulder, I grabbed my notebook and headed out the door, ignoring the growing pit in my stomach—a sour reminder of the usual butterflies.

# Chapter 45: Not Giving Up ## LYRIC SPENCER POV "Lyric, Lyric, wait—" My world spun as Gavin snatched my hand, pulling me against his chest. We both tumbled to the muddy ground, his arms caging me like a mother protecting her newborn. When we finally came to a stop, I lay on top of him, breathless. Droplets of rain slid down my face, dripping onto his. My soaked hair clung to my skin, and his chest rose and fell beneath me. Gavin jerked me by the waist, flipping us over in one swift motion. Now, he was on top of me, his face inches from mine. In the dim light of the rain, he looked almost unreal—like a different version of himself. "Lyric—" I shook my head, my legs kicking in defiance. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. "I’m not going to force you," he murmured, his grip firm but gentle as he pinned my wrists above my head. His voice softened. "I’m sorry for what I did that hurt you. I’m sorry I didn’t meet your expectations for what

Chapter 47: I'd Keep My Storm LYRIC SPENCER POV For the rest of the class, I refused to acknowledge him. My brush moved in frantic, sharp strokes, splattering paint with more force than necessary. Each color I chose—deep reds, bruised purples, slashes of black—felt like they bled straight from my chest. Gavin didn’t speak. He didn’t text. But I could feel him watching, like a storm brewing just out of sight. It wasn’t until the teacher announced clean-up that he finally moved. He stretched lazily, his broad shoulders rolling back as if this whole thing was just a game. "Nice painting," he murmured under his breath. I shot him a glare. It was a mistake. His eyes weren’t teasing anymore. They weren’t smug. They were searching—serious in a way that made my stomach tighten. I tore my gaze away, shoving my brushes into the cup of murky water. "Everybody, drop your brushes," Miss Lia announced. Her gaze turned stern when it met mine but relaxed wh

Chapter 49: What Are You Doing? The principal’s office smelled like old books and burnt coffee. The air was thick with silence, aside from the ticking clock on the wall. I sat stiffly in the chair, my injured arm stinging, but I refused to look at it. Across from me, Emilia sat with her arms crossed, her cheek still red from my slap. She didn’t look scared. If anything, she looked amused. With the power her father had over Velmont, it was expected. Gavin stood beside me. Too close. His fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for me, but I ignored him. Principal Holloway sighed, rubbing her temples. Curly gray hair touching her shoulders, "Fighting? Again?" Her tired eyes swept over all of us. "This is becoming a pattern with you, Miss Davidson." Emilia smirked. "I was attacked." I tightened my grip on my phone. Liar. Wren scoffed, leaning forward. "Oh, please. She tried to slap me first." "She’s right," Aaron added. "Lyric only defended her fri