Semua Bab Exclusive to the bad boy : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter 52: Stay away from her. GAVIN HAWKINS POV Today's practice sucked. I couldn’t bring myself to focus at all, no matter how hard I tried. We had a game in three days—I wasn’t supposed to be slacking off. Grabbing a bottle of water, I sat in the locker room, trying to rehydrate before heading home. My muscles ached from the drills, but my mind felt even more exhausted. The door swung open, and Aaron walked in, drenched in sweat. A towel was draped over his torso and another around his neck as he wiped his face. He was obviously heading to the showers. "You played dumb out there today. Is something on your mind?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he studied me like I was some puzzle he wanted to solve. Good luck with that. "No doubt, Sherlock," I grumbled, twisting off the cap and downing the rest of my water. The cold liquid was refreshing, but it did nothing to clear my head. Aaron scoffed, running a hand through his damp hair. "I don't even wa

Chapter 54: This is the end for meGAVIN HAWKINS POV The sun had dipped lower in the sky by the time I arrived at her house after practice. I couldn’t wait until the next day to talk to her—to make things right. I didn’t fully understand what I was feeling, but I knew one thing: I wanted to see her again. The thought of her hating me didn’t sit right. Stepping out of my Jeep, I hurried toward the Spencers’ front door. The garden was in full bloom, fresh flowers sprouting up from the neatly kept beds. The neighborhood was lively with the distant sound of dogs barking, the occasional chatter from passing pedestrians. When I reached the porch, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I raised my hand to knock but froze. The thought of turning back echoed in my head. Instead, I stayed. Something felt off. Cautiously, I pushed the door open, its slow creak sending an eerie chill down my spine. The moment I stepped inside, an instinctual alarm went off in my head.

Chapter 56: Part of the family LYRIC SPENCER POV I swallowed hard, my grip tightening on my phone. His words hung between us, thick and heavy like a storm waiting to break. Gavin took another step forward, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. My pulse pounded in my ears. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my wrist. I didn't pull away. His voice was lower now, rougher. "Tell me to stop, Lyric, and I will." But I didn't. Instead, I let my phone slip from my hands onto the bed, freeing my fingers to trace the edge of his shirt. It was the smallest movement, but it shattered whatever restraint was left between us. Gavin exhaled sharply, his other hand cupping my jaw, tilting my face up toward his. His touch was both careful and desperate, as if he was afraid I might vanish. "You drive me crazy," he murmured. "I don't know how to want you less." Before I could process what was happening, hi

Chapter 58: Time for Change The next morning, I tried to act normal. Really, I did. I took my bath as usual, contemplating whether to wear my favorite lip gloss or go bare. I also debated whether to wear my hair in a ponytail or let it down on my shoulders. Every decision was overthought, and it was exhausting. The reason was simple: I didn't want him to think I was trying to look good for him. But, in reality, I was. I just didn't want him to notice. Finally, I settled on a flowy, pastel pink sundress that hugged my curves in all the right places. The dress was adorned with delicate white flowers and had a subtle sheen to it. I paired it with a pair of neutral-colored heeled ankle boots that added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I styled my hair in loose, effortless waves, and applied my favorite lip combo - a soft, rosy shade that complemented my skin tone. I finished off my look with a spritz of my best scented perfume. After ensuring I looked good

Chapter 60: My BoyfriendLYRIC SPENCER POV Just as Gavin’s hands slid beneath my dress, gripping the backs of my thighs, the shed door banged open. "Lyric Spencer!" Aunt Stephanie’s voice cut through the haze like a bucket of ice water. I jolted, shoving at Gavin’s chest as we scrambled apart. He stumbled back, breathing hard, his hair thoroughly wrecked, his shirt stretched from my grip. My pulse hammered in my ears, my lips still tingling from his kisses. Aunt Stephanie stood in the doorway, arms crossed, one brow raised. She wasn’t exactly angry—more amused, maybe exasperated. Gavin cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. "Uh—hey, Aunt Stephanie." "Hey yourself," she drawled, eyes flicking between us. "Y'know, when I said to ‘love a little,’ I didn’t mean in broad daylight where the kids could walk in on you." My face burned. Gavin grinned, unrepentant. "To be fair, we were behind the shed." Aunt Stephanie sighed like she wa