freshl6ve

[freshl6ve]

. ✦ . 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 .ᐣ ⊹　 ❜ ᵎ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : I sat on the couch, my eyes glued to the TV screen, watching in awe as the triplets kicked off their show. The energy was contagious, even through the TV, and I felt a familiar sense of pride swell up inside me as I watched them sit in front of thousands of adoring fans.

Chris, Matt, and Nick, were answering questions from the audience, each of them taking turns to respond. I could hear the excitement in their voices as they interacted with their fans, their easy banter and playful teasing setting the tone for the rest of the show.

Chris was the next one to speak, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Next question!” he said, grinning as he waited for someone to speak up.

A girl in the crowd raised her hand, and Chris pointed to her. “Hi! I have a question for Chris,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement.

“Sure. What’s your question?” Chris asked, leaning closer to the microphone.

The girl beamed and asked, “We’ve seen countless pictures and clips of you and Y/N together,”

The crowd seemed to react instantly to the question, and excitement buzzed through the air. Fans eagerly waited for Chris to answer, hoping to get a glimpse into his relationship with me.

Chris chuckled lightly, shaking his head at the question. The girl in the crowd pressed on, asking, “So is she just a friend or something more?” Chris paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful, before finally answering, “Just a friend,” his voice soft and hesitant.

The crowd's reaction was immediate, a mix of surprise and curiosity. It seemed that fans had been secretly hoping for a different answer, but Chris's response seemed to dash those hopes.

Chris continued, trying to dispel any rumors, “We’re just good friends. We’ve known each other for a long time and have grown really comfortable around each other, so nothing ever feels weird or awkward.”

Nick chimed in, sensing the tension in the air, “Next question!” he said firmly, moving the conversation away from the previous topic.

The show had ended, and the boys were making their way to their tour bus. Fans were still gathered outside, trying to get a glimpse of them, but security was keeping everyone at bay.

Chris reached behind him, his hand outstretched towards me, signaling for me to grab it and stay close to him.

The moment we stepped outside, the fans began to chant, “Chris! Chris!” They pushed forward, straining against the barriers at the barricades to get closer to him. Chris, being the charmer that he is, couldn't resist engaging with them.

The fans enthusiastically replied, telling him that they had loved every minute of the show. Chris let go of my hand and began to sign autographs and pose for pictures with the fans, chatting and laughing with them effortlessly.

Some of the fans spotted me standing nearby and began to call out my name. “Y/N! Y/N! Will you sign something for me?” They called out, waving items for me to sign. Others held up their phones, asking me to take pictures with them.

I felt a sense of surprise as the fans included me in their requests. I wasn't used to being the center of attention like this, but I was touched by their excitement. I walked over to the fans and happily signed autographs and posed for pictures, doing my best to make each person feel noticed.

As I interacted with the fans, some of them couldn't help but compliment me. “You're so pretty,” one said, while another added, “You're so lucky to have Chris.” I chuckled, feeling a mix of shyness and appreciation for their kind words. Every now and then, Chris would glance over, his gaze lingering on me as if he couldn't look away.

The fans noticed the way Chris was looking at me and exchanged knowing glances with one another. Some of them even pointed it out, saying things like, “He can't keep his eyes off you” and “You two look cute together.”

I shook my head and chuckled, responding to the fans' comments about Chris's gaze. “Just friends, guys,” I said, before continuing with the pictures.

As I finished taking pictures, I began to shiver slightly, feeling a chill from the cool night air. I walked over to Chris and stood behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and slipping my hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. Chris, without missing a beat, put his hands in the pocket as well, effectively holding my hands as he kept his conversation with the fans.

I rested my head against his back, seeking a bit of warmth from his body heat. As he continued talking with the fans, he squeezed my hands gently, a small gesture of comfort and acknowledgment.

After a few moments, I whispered in his ear, “I’ll meet you inside,” and gave his waist a gentle squeeze before letting go. Chris nodded subtly, acknowledging my words, and continued speaking to the fans.

The fans immediately noticed the closeness between me and Chris and began to scream in excitement. As I waved goodbye to them, they cheered and applauded, clearly enjoying the hint of intimacy between us.

Chris gave me a final look before continuing his conversation, a small smile playing on his lips. After a few minutes, he finally bid the fans farewell and walked away from the barricades. I watched him as he made his way over to me, his eyes soft and warm.

The bus driver pulled away from the venue, the fans outside waving excitedly. The boys and I stood at the windows, waving goodbye to the fans who were still calling out their names.

Chris stood behind me, watching as the fans grew smaller in the distance. The image of me with my arms around him and my hands in his pockets and the way I squeezed his waist before leaving had replayed over and over in his mind, causing an unfamiliar fluttering sensation in his chest.

Nick slumped on the couch, a yawn escaping his lips. “God, I’m so tired,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

Matt nodded in agreement, his own exhaustion evident. “Me too,” he said, stifling a yawn. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”

The bus was quiet except for the low hum of the engine. Nick and Matt were visibly drained after the show, and they both looked ready to crawl into their bunks and pass out.

Chris and I sat on the couch opposite Nick and Matt. He laid his head on my lap, resting on my thighs, as he looked up at me with tired eyes.

“The show was good though,” he murmured, his voice soft and heavy with exhaustion.

Nick and Matt nodded in agreement, their own exhaustion visible on their faces.

I began to run my fingers gently through Chris’s hair, massaging his scalp lightly. He let out a soft sigh, his eyes slowly closing as he relaxed under my touch.

Nick and Matt both got up from their seats, yawning and stretching. “We’re heading to bed,” Matt said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. Nick nodded in agreement, his eyes half closed. “Yeah, goodnight you two,” he said, a weary smile on his face.

We sat in silence for a few moments, my fingers still gently running through his hair. Finally, he broke the silence, his eyes still closed. “What did you think of the show?” he asked, his voice soft.

I continued to massage his scalp, my fingers tracing small circles against his head. “It was good,” I replied, a smile in my voice. “You guys did really amazing, as always.”

My hand moved from his hair, down to his cheek. I gently cupped his face, my touch soft and tender. “You looked really good too,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris’s eyes slowly opened, his gaze meeting mine. He looked at me with a mixture of exhaustion and something else, something I couldn’t quite put a name to. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice gruff.

I nodded, my hand still on his cheek. “Mhm,” I confirmed softly, my fingers lightly tracing the contour of his face.

My finger traced a path from his cheek down to his chest, lingering on the fabric of his hoodie. “But the hat should’ve stayed off,” I said, my voice teasing.

Chris’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “And why is that?” he asked, his tone lighthearted and amused.

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Because I prefer to see your messy hair instead of it being hidden under a hat all the time,” I teased, a small smile playing on my lips.

Chris chuckled softly, a mix of surprised and amused by my words. “Is that so?” he asked, his own smirk forming.

I nodded, my gaze lingering on his messy locks. “Mhm,” I confirmed, a playful tone in my voice. “I think it suits you better.”

Chris shook his head, still smiling at my words. “And here I thought you liked me in hats,” he said, feigning disappointment.

I laughed softly at his feigned disappointment. “Don’t get me wrong, I do like you in hats,” I admitted, my fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “But right now, I just prefer you without them,” I added with a smile.

Chris shifted his position, propping himself up on his elbows as he turned to face me. Our faces were now just inches apart, the space between us growing smaller.

“I’ll keep that in mind then,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on me, the air between us charged with a subtle tension.

His proximity sent a shiver down my spine, the intensity in his gaze making it hard to look away. But I couldn’t resist teasing him a little, my fingers trailing lightly down to his neck.

“You better,” I said, my voice a low murmur, my gaze locked on his. “Or I might have to take matters into my own hands.”

Chris chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow at my words. “Oh really? Is that so?” he asked, his tone playful.

I nodded, my fingers still on his neck, lightly tracing the sensitive skin there. “Mhm,” I confirmed, my eyes flickering with mischief. “I’m not afraid to grab that hat and throw it away, you know.”

Chris smirked, his eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and something else. “Is that a threat or a promise?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

I leaned in closer, our faces now just centimeters apart. “Take your pick,” I replied softly, my fingers still tracing patterns on his neck as I held his gaze.

Chris’s breath hitched at the proximity, his gaze dropping down to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again. The space between us felt electrified, the air thick with a mixture of tension and anticipation.

I couldn’t help but notice the change in his gaze, the way his eyes darkened as they flicked down to my lips. A thrill shot through me, and for a moment, the world around us seemed to fade away. I let my fingers move up to his jawline, my touch light and teasing.

His eyes flickered to between my eyes and my lips, as if he was fighting against some internal battle. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

I smiled, my fingers lingering on his jawline, my touch feather-light. “Maybe I am,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s fun, isn’t it?”

I moved even closer, my body pressing against his as I continued to trace patterns on his skin. “Being this close,” I repeated, my voice soft, my lips almost grazing his.

Chris’s breath hitched again, his eyes fixed intently on my face. He was so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and his scent was intoxicating.

I leaned in, my lips hovering just millimeters from his, my breath warm on his skin. “Let’s see how good your self-control is,” I whispered, my voice challenging.

Chris’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes locked on my face. His body was practically vibrating with tension, and I could tell he was fighting hard to control himself.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said, his voice strained. The urge to close the distance between us was almost overwhelming, but he was holding back.

I tilted my head slightly, my fingers still on his jawline, my touch a mixture of gentle and tantalizing. I could feel the tension radiating from him, his restraint obvious but fading by the second.

“No one ever said I play fair,” I murmured, my voice a low, teasing tone. “Especially when it comes to you.”

He let out a soft groan, the sound almost a mixture of frustration and desire. His gaze was fixed on me, his eyes darkening with every passing second.

I pressed myself even closer, my body flush against his. It was as if all my senses were heightened, the world shrinking down to just the two of us in this moment. I could feel everything, his body tense and taut under my touch, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I leaned in, my lips almost touching his ear. “Come on, break,” I whispered, my voice teasing and defiant.

I brought my thumb up to his lips, tracing the soft curve of his mouth. He inhaled sharply at my touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if to savor the sensation.

His lips, soft and slightly parted, were mere millimeters from my thumb. I could feel the heat radiating from them, the air crackling with tension. I pressed my thumb gently against his lower lip, my gaze locked onto his face, waiting for his reaction.

His eyes fluttered open, and I could see the struggle in them—the battle he was fighting to maintain control. His breath was coming fast now, almost choppy, and his body was so tightly wound that it seemed like he might explode at any moment.

“Come on,” I whispered, my voice low and seductive. “You know you want to.”

Suddenly, Chris lost the battle, his self-control snapping like a rubber band stretched too far. He moved to kiss me, his body surging forward, but I was quicker.

“I win,” I whispered, the words a soft, teasing breath against his lips. I pulled back just enough to keep his mouth out of reach, a smirk playing on my own lips.

I gave his shoulder a gentle pat, a sly smile on my face. “Goodnight,” I said, my voice filled with satisfaction.

Chris sat there, his head hung, a mixture of frustration and amusement evident in his expression. He poked the side of his cheek with his tongue, trying to contain his emotions, while a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

As I settled into my bunk, my thoughts drifted to Chris, a pang of longing in my chest. I wished he was there with me, and as if he could hear my silent pleas, he appeared, pulling back the curtain and sliding into the bunk.

He wrapped his arms around me, his body pressed against mine, his face buried in the crook of my neck. “Since you won’t play fair,” he whispered against my skin, his voice a mix of desire and challenge, “neither will I.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, the intensity in his voice awakening a deep hunger within me. His lips grazed my neck, leaving a trail of feather-like kisses, while his hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me.

We were locked in a game of desire, each move a calculated risk. I let myself sink into the sensations, my own desire matching his, fueling the fire growing within us.

I turned to face him in the narrow confines of the bunk, my body pressed against his. “What happened to the just a friend title?” I asked, a hint of playful defiance in my voice.

Chris looked down at me, a smirk in his eyes. “That was already out the window the moment you started this little game,” he responded, his voice low, the huskiness in it sending a frisson of excitement through me.

I couldn’t help but return his smirk, the thrill of our little game palpable in the air. Our bodies were so close in the cramped space, the heat radiating between us growing more intense with each word.

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering near his ear. “So you’re saying you’re not going to fight this anymore?” I asked, my voice soft, almost teasing.

Chris’s voice was low and rough, filled with a mix of desire and a hint of frustration. “Never said that,” he replied, his lips moving along the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

He planted soft kisses, his words a hushed confession against my skin. “I can’t keep pretending like I don’t always want you,” he whispered.

His words were a raw admission, no longer hidden behind the pretense of friendship. The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desire. I arched my neck, giving him better access to my skin, my body responding to his touch.

His mouth lingered on my collarbone, his teeth grazing my flesh gently, and then he continued to speak, his voice a low, needy growl. “Can’t pretend anymore. You drive me crazy.”

With each kiss, each graze of teeth, his words grew more possessive, more desperate. I could hear the hunger in his voice, the frustration and desire meshed together, driving him forward. “The way you touch me, look at me, it's like torture,” he whispered, his lips trailing up my neck to my ear.

“I can't resist you,” he murmured, his voice rough and urgent. “I've tried, God, I've tried to keep my hands off you.”

“But I want you all the time, every second, every minute.” he murmured, his voice ragged and strained.

As our bodies tangled together in the close confines of the bunk, Chris' hands drifted to the waistband of my pajama shorts, his fingers making small distracting circles on my skin. His touch was gentle but impatient, like he was holding back something, something that could set us both ablaze.

His eyes locked with mine, their intensity searing. And then he said, “I tell the fans we're just friends, but I've always seen you as something more than that.”

My breathing was ragged, my chest rising and falling with each heated moment. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading in the semi-darkness, and I whispered, “Chris.”

His own breathing was labored, his gaze fixed on me, and he responded, “Hmm?” His fingers still lingering on the edge of my shorts, tracing little patterns that sent shivers down my spine.

“I need you,” I said, the words a soft, plaintive moan. The hunger in my voice, the need for him was like a living, breathing thing in the cramped space. I reached up, my fingertips tracing his jawline, wanting, needing him closer.

His eyes darkened at my words, his own need matching mine. He leaned in, his body hovering over me, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “You have me,” he murmured, his voice a raspy whisper. “You've always had me."

His mouth was hot and demanding on mine, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me with an intensity that made my head spin. I met his hunger with my own, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, needing him to be a part of me.

His hand slowly left my waist and started a teasing descent downwards, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I felt a surge of anticipation, my body craving his touch. As his hand reached the waistband of my pajama shorts, I grabbed his hand and guided it lower, into the shorts.

Our lips broke apart, our breaths ragged and needy. “Touch me,” I whispered softly, our lips still close enough that his response was almost a kiss. His fingers slowly inched lower, finding my center. He teased around the edge, making me whimper. “Here?”

“Mhm,” I moaned softly, my hips shifting slightly to encourage him. He slid one finger inside me, his thumb pressing down on my clit. He started a slow, deliberate rhythm, his fingers curling up to hit that spot inside me that made my eyes roll back.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he added a second finger, his pace quickening. His lips and teeth traced kisses and gentle bites along my neck and collarbone, his other hand coming up to gently cover my mouth. “Shh, stay quiet for me,” he whispered against my skin.

I nodded, my eyes rolling back as he hit that spot inside me again. His fingers were relentless, his thumb never leaving my clit. I felt the pressure building inside me, my body tensing up in anticipation. His lips found mine again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers inside me.

I couldn't help but moan into his mouth, my hand coming down to hold his in place between my legs. My hips bucked against him involuntarily as I rode out the waves of pleasure building within me. His fingers curved perfectly inside me hitting every sensitive spot.

“Mmph!” I muffled a cry against his lips, my fingers tightening around his wrist hard, trying to pull his hand away as I got close. He understood my silent plea, but instead of stopping, he pushed his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot. “Just a little longer, baby,”

I whimpered, my body tensing as I felt the climax building to a peak. His fingers moved faster, more insistently, his thumb circling my clit with expert precision. “Chris,” I gasped into his mouth, my nails digging into his wrist as I struggled to keep quiet.

His long fingers reached deep inside me, curling up to hit that sensitive spot over and over again. I could feel every ridge and vein on his fingers as they moved inside me, the sensation driving me wild. “Shh, baby, just a little more,”

My back arched as the orgasm hit me hard, my inner muscles contracting around nothing. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, bringing them up to my lips. “Suck,” he ordered softly, his eyes darkening as he watched my mouth part to wrap around his wet fingers. God, he was dirty.

I obeyed, sucking my own taste off his fingers as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. He hummed in approval, pulling his fingers out of my mouth with a pop. “Atta girl,” he whispered, leaning in to capture my lips in a searing kiss.

He pulled back, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and something else, something deeper. “Turn on your side, ma,” he said, his voice low and commanding. I did as I was told, my body still trembling slightly from the intensity of my climax.

I heard the sound of fabric being removed and turned my head to see Chris bringing down his sweats and boxers, his large hand wrapping around his thick, hard cock. He lined himself up with my entrance from behind, his other hand gripping my hip possessively.

He pushed inside me suddenly, his length filling me up completely from behind. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as I felt him hit deep spots inside me that his fingers hadn't reached. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, starting to snap his hips against me in deep, slow strokes.

His large hands spread my thighs wider as he buried himself deeper, his thick length hitting my cervix with each thrust. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer as he pounded into me. “Shit, baby,” he grunted, his hot breath against my neck.

I covered my mouth with one hand to muffle my moans, the other reaching back to grip his hip tightly, pulling him even closer as he fucked me hard and deep from behind. His thick length stretched me out deliciously, filling me up completely with each powerful thrust.

“You take my cock so fucking well, baby,” he whispered huskily against my ear, his pace starting to become more urgent. “Can you feel how deep I'm getting? How hard I'm fucking you?” His fingers dug into my hip as he pulled me onto his length again and again.

With one hand, he managed to lift my leg up despite the limited space, tilting my hips at a perfect angle for deeper entry. “You wanted this, didn't you?” he growled against my ear, fucking me harder. “Teasing me got you here and now you’re getting what you deserve.”

He snapped his hips against me, the angle and his size hitting spots that made my eyes water. “This bunk isn’t giving me enough room to really destroy this pussy like I want,” he panted, “But it’ll do. You’re still taking my big cock like a good girl.”

He removed my hand from my mouth and forced it down between my thighs, curling my fingers against my swollen bud. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, “Let me hear you only, baby.”

I bit my lip, trying to keep my moans quiet as Chris fucked me from behind. “Chris... Mmmph... Right there...” My hand moved softly against my clit, matching his rhythm. The bus’s movement and engine noise helped muffle my sounds slightly.

“Fuck, baby...” Chris groaned against my neck, his kisses becoming more urgent. “I’ve waited so fucking long to feel this tight pussy wrapped around my dick.” He thrust deep and hit a spot that made me gasp. “God damn, you worked me up good.”

“Mmmm... you’re getting so close already, aren’t you, baby?” he growled in my ear, his thrusts becoming more powerful. “Can feel your pussy squeezing my cock... fuck...”

“Fuck...Chriss” I moaned softly, fingers moving faster against my clit. Chris suddenly grabbed my jaw possessively, making me face him over my shoulder. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he ordered, snapping his hips against my ass, going deeper.

“Ahh... Chris...!” I moaned loudly, my eyes hazy and glossy as he kissed me deeply. His tongue shoved into my mouth aggressively, saliva spilling over our lips as he pulled apart for a breath, strings forming between our open mouths. “Mmmph...!”

Chris's thrusts became erratic, his hips slapping against my ass as he chased his release. His kisses grew sloppier with each thrust, saliva dripped down our chins as he moaned into my mouth repeatedly.

“Shit... Baby...” He kissed down my neck roughly, leaving faint hickeys. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy...!” He growled, his body tightening as he came deep inside me. I cried out softly, fingers rubbing my clit faster as I followed him over the edge.

“Mmhmph...!” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck... Yes... Like that... Fill me up, Chris... God...!” My fingers moved furiously against my sensitive bud as he pounded into me, releasing his hot seed deep inside. “Chris...!”

Chris groaned loudly, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me. “Fuck... baby...” He panted heavily against my neck, still thrusting slowly as we both rode out our orgasms. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

Chris pulled out slowly, causing us both to moan softly at the loss of contact. He settled onto his back, chest heaving from exertion. I turned to face him, placing my hand gently on his muscular chest, still sensitive from pleasure.

I watched his length closely, realizing it was still rock hard. I wet my lips subconsciously and wrapped my small hand around his base. “Need some help with this?” I asked softly, pumping him slowly. His hips jerked slightly. “Baby...” He watched my small hand working him.

I brought my lips close to his neck, my warm breath fanning over his skin. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth, but the small space made it difficult. So instead, I kissed and sucked on his neck gently, my hand continuing to pump him slowly.

“Mm...” Chris guided my hand with his, showing me how he liked it. “Chris...” I whimpered softly, pumping him slower. “I wish I could taste you...” I admitted softly. He locked eyes with me, dark and serious.

“Once tour's over, I'll let you taste whatever you want, baby.” Chris promised darkly, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. My hand tightened around him at the promise. “Good...” I whispered, leaning in to suck a mark onto his neck.

I started pumping him faster, my small hand moving up and down his length quickly. Chris hissed, his fingers tightening around mine. “Fuck, ma... Just like that...” He panted, his hips thrusting up slightly to meet my hand. “Gonna cum again...” He warned darkly.

“Shit...” Chris cursed softly as streams of hot liquid shot onto his abdomen. He made small, unmanly moans that made me giggle. He glared at me suddenly, finding my laugh sexy. “Mm...” He captured my lips, kissing me deeply as his body relaxed.

“Damn... look what you do to me.” Chris grabbed his boxers nearby, cleaning himself, then carefully wiping me. He tossed them aside before pulling me close. “Come here...” His voice softened.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his chest. His large hands splayed out on my back possessively. He nuzzled his face into my hair, breathing in my scent. “We should really get some sleep…” He murmured, already feeling sleepy and content.

I snuggled closer to him, my head resting on his chest as I listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal. His arms tightened around me protectively, and within minutes, his breathing evened out into a soft snore. I smiled softly against his chest, feeling content and safe in his arms.

A/N: a quick little one shot :> sorry for not posting! might post another chapter of “off limits” today if i’m not busy!!

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𐔌 . ⋮ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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[freshl6ve]

˗ˏˋ★ ⋮ 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑻 𝑼𝑷 & 𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑬 ¹¹ .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐥𝐲, creating distance between us as he sat down on the edge of his bed. He looked up at me, his expression nonchalant. “It’s been a while,” he remarked casually, as if we hadn’t had a falling out months before.

I shook my head in irritation, my hand reaching for the door. “I can’t deal with this right now, Chris,” I muttered, my fingers brushing the doorknob.

But before I could turn it, Chris’s voice stopped me in my tracks. “You hooked up with Matt,” he said, his tone tinged with a hint of accusation.

His words caught me off guard, and I froze, hand still on the knob. “I know it was your way to get back at me,” he continued.

I scoffed, my irritation increasing. “Why does it matter to you? Pretty sure you’ve been with plenty of girls after everything,” I retorted, my voice sharp.

I turned to face him directly, my gaze hardening as I added, “It’s like you never changed.”

I couldn’t help but add, “I mean, it was pretty easy for you to leave, but not change,” my tone tinged with a mix of bitterness and disappointment.

Chris stood up from the bed, his expression hardening as he walked over to me. He closed the distance between us, looking me straight in the eye.

“You think it was easy leaving you, knowing that you thought the worst of me,” he retorted, his voice laced with a mix of hurt and anger.

Chris leaned closer, his gaze locked onto mine. “I just thought what was best,” he defended himself, the pain in his eyes evident. “And leaving was the only option.”

He paused, his voice growing softer. “I didn’t want to, but I also didn’t want to force you to see the good in me,” he confessed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

I lashed out, my frustration erupting as I hit his chest, my words sharp with hurt and anger. “Then why didn’t you call?! Why didn’t you come see me?! Why couldn’t you just show me instead of leaving?!”

My fingers curled into fists, my knuckles turning white as I continued to hit his chest, each blow accompanied by a wave of pent-up emotion.

Chris looked down at me, his eyes taking on a gaze filled with longing. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, betraying the turmoil brewing within him. He didn’t try to stop me as I continued to hit his chest, letting me release my frustration, his body taking the blows without complaint.

Even as his chest grew red from impact, Chris didn't react—his eyes remained locked onto mine, his expression softening as he witnessed the pain he had caused me. He stood completely still, accepting the punishment he felt he deserved.

I pushed him back with all the strength I could muster, the anger and hurt consuming me. “I fucking hate you!” yelled, the words ripped from my throat in a guttural cry.

I continued shoving him backwards until he stumbled and landed on the bed.

I stood over him, panting heavily as I caught my breath, my chest rising and falling with the intensity of my emotions. My gaze flickered over his face, noticing the way he avoided my eyes, looking off to the side.

“But God, you do something to me that makes me go insane,” I confessed, my voice trembling, the words slipping out unwittingly.

Chris finally met my gaze, a hint of surprise in his eyes at my admission. He didn’t say anything, allowing me to continue.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “I’ve been trying so hard to forget you, to move on. But every time I see you, it’s like a flame inside me ignites. And I hate it. I hate that you still have this power over me,” I admitted, my voice filled with both anger and vulnerability.

I found myself pacing back and forth, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. I was desperately trying to collect my thoughts, but the words kept flowing out of me.

“And I thought doing this friends with benefits thing with Matt would somehow help me forget about you,” I confessed, my voice shaky. “But no matter what I do, you’re always there in the back of my mind. Nothing is working.”

My pacing grew more frantic as my emotions swirled inside me. “When I’m with Matt,” I continued, my voice cracking, “I see you. And I know it’s horrible, but I can’t help it. I try to block it out, to focus on him, but in the end, it’s your face that stays with me.”

Chris watched me pace with a mixture of concern and guilt, his eyes following my every move. When he saw me on the verge of collapsing, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, gently pulling me towards him.

He let go of my wrist once I was standing in front of him, his gaze lifting to meet mine. “I never intended to hurt you,” he murmured softly, his voice tinged with remorse.

Chris leaned his head against me, pressing his forehead against my stomach, his words barely a whisper. “I thought leaving was for the best. I thought it would be easier.”

My hands instinctively found their way into his hair, tangling through the familiar locks. Chris looked up at me, and the raw emotion in his gaze was overwhelming. His eyes yearned, a mix of guilt and an inexplicable desire radiating from within.

His voice was soft, barely audible as he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, the words carrying a weight of remorse and longing.

I gently brought my right hand to his cheek, my touch soft and tender. Chris felt the warmth and softness of my hand, and his eyes fluttered shut momentarily as he pressed his face into my touch, seeking the comfort and familiarity of my skin. He drew my hand closer to him, almost desperate in his need.

Chris opened his eyes again, the intensity in his gaze growing even more intense as he looked up at me. The need and desire in his expression were overwhelming, and the tension between us was palpable.

He shifted slightly, his hand coming up to cover mine on his cheek, holding it in place. His thumb gently traced circles on the back of my hand, a silent plea for connection and forgiveness.

The touch of his hand against my skin was like a flame dancing on my flesh, burning with an intensity that both startled and mesmerized me. His fingers traced patterns on my skin, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

I should’ve pulled away, should’ve created distance, but somehow, I found myself unable to move. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, leaving me caught in a web of desire and conflicted emotions.

The heat grew with each passing moment, the intensity of his touch becoming harder to bear. But despite the pain, there was a twisted sense of pleasure in the way it seared into me. It was as if my body and soul were at war, torn between the need to escape and the need to surrender.

My breath grew ragged, my chest rising and falling erratically. Every nerve in my body was alive, sending electric currents of sensation through me. His touch was both a comfort and a torment, a reminder of what I had lost and what I still longed for.

The intensity of the moment, the overwhelming mix of emotions, finally grew too much for me to bear. I pulled away from him, my voice sharp as I spoke.

“I’m not letting you in so easily this time,” I stated firmly, my eyes holding his gaze. “Prove to me that I can trust you again, that I won’t get hurt.”

My words were firm, a clear challenge that he couldn't ignore. I needed reassurance, proof that he was truly trying to make things right between us.

Chris stood up from the bed, the height difference between us suddenly more prominent. He now towered over me, his face close but with enough space between us to maintain some semblance of control.

His eyes locked onto mine as he spoke, his voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’ll do whatever you want.” he said, his words a promise tinged with determination.

He didn’t break eye contact, his gaze intense and unyielding, as if desperately trying to communicate the sincerity behind his words.

My voice softened as well, barely above a whisper. “Yeah?” I responded, my tone a mix of defiance and curiosity.

I maintained eye contact with him, my gaze steady and unyielding. I could see the earnestness in his eyes, the determination to make things right. But I wasn't convinced yet. I needed more than just words.

Chris’ eyes flickered from mine, briefly dipping down to my lips before returning to meet my gaze. He shook his head slightly, a mix of resignation and determination on his face.

His voice dropped even lower, a hint of vulnerability seeping in. “Anything for you,” he murmured softly, his words carrying a weight of sincerity and surrender.

I was taken aback by the intensity in his eyes, the way he seemed so willing to do whatever it took. But I reminded myself to remain strong, to not let myself get blinded by his words.

We stood there in his room, the silence between us heavy and charged with tension. Our bodies gravitated towards each other until we were so close that our breath mingled together.

Chris leaned in, his lips hovering close to mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine. He murmured softly, his words tickling my lips.

“I missed you so much,” he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and longing.

I gently brought my hand up to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my fingers. I lingered there for a moment before continuing upwards, tracing a path along his jawline until my hand was cradling his cheek. I ran my thumb along his skin, feeling the warmth and roughness of his stubble, and then I pulled back, creating a little space between us.

With a faint smirk on my face, I offered him a final farewell. “I’ll see you around,” I said, my voice nonchalant, and turned to leave.

I left Chris standing there in his room, knowing that my final words would leave him with both intrigue and frustration. I knew that I was playing a risky game, testing his resolve and his ability to win me over.

I couldn’t help but have a little fun while he worked to regain my trust. It was like a game, seeing how far I could push him before he lost control or snapped. I wanted him to prove to me that he could handle me, that he could handle the challenge I was presenting to him.

A/N: the next chapter you guys were waiting for ^3^ happy easter to everyone that celebrates !!

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[freshl6ve]

haiii that’s me lol, i’ll be posting a new chapter today :3

does anyone remember who was writing “shut up and drive” abt racer chris and mechanic reader who’s best friends with matt??? i can’t remember the @

i don’t remember 😞😞😞

[freshl6ve]

˙🌱 ̟ ¡! 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ₊˚🪵⊹

ᝰ.ᐟ : i won’t be writing those v day stories since it’s pass due date already (so sorry!)

ᝰ.ᐟ : now that tour is going on, expect a few one shot stories being published!

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[freshl6ve]

˗ˏˋ★ ⋮ 𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑺 ² .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : After unpacking my bags and getting everything settled in my room, I find myself lying on my bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. I can't help but feel a bit restless, still adjusting to being in a new place.

Someone knocks on my door, interrupting my thoughts. I get up and open it to see Matt standing there, a smile on his face. “I bought food,” he says. “It’s in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”

“Thanks,” I reply, my stomach growling in response to the mention of food. I follow Matt out of the room, making our way to the kitchen. As soon as we arrive, the smell of food hits me, making my mouth water. My eyes widen at the spread on the table—it’s like a feast. I turn to Matt in surprise. “You really went all out, huh?”

Matt chuckles, a proud smile on his face. “You know I had to go all out,” he says, his tone teasing. “Only the best for you and your first day here.”

I roll my eyes playfully, but can’t help feeling touched by his gesture. “Yeah, yeah, you’re such a charmer,” I say, sitting down at the table. “But seriously, this looks amazing.”

Matt chuckles, a hint of humility in his voice. “Well, I didn’t make it,” he says, shrugging modestly. “Thank the chef from the restaurant I ordered it from.”

Nick enters the kitchen, joining us at the table and adding to the conversation. The group falls into easy banter, cracking jokes and sharing stories as we dig into the food. The atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable, and I can’t help but feel a sense of belonging among them.

We're all chatting and laughing as we eat when suddenly, the sound of the front door slamming interrupts our conversation. We all turn our heads to the door, and hear an angry Chris stomping up the stairs.

Matt sighs, knowing what’s going on, and gets up from the table. “I’ll see what’s up,” he says, leaving the room and following Chris upstairs to the floor above.

Nick and I continue eating, our ears picking up on the muffled conversation between Matt and Chris upstairs.

We hear Matt’s voice, sounding exasperated. “What’s your deal, dude?” he asks.

Then, Chris’s angry reply comes through. “They got the shipment all wrong once again. This is the third fucking time they made the same mistake this week.”

The sound of Chris’s voice, though muffled, is still clear enough to portray his anger. Matt must be trying to calm him down, but it’s not an easy task given the situation. The mention of shipments and mistakes has me curious, but I choose to remain silent and not intrude.

“You gotta calm down man,” Matt tries to reason with him.

Chris’s voice gets louder, his anger and frustration boiling over. “Calm down? You want me to calm down?” he repeats, voice raising. “I’m wasting millions and millions to get the right orders, Matt, and you want me to calm down? How about you go sit your ass back downstairs and finish your food with your little ‘girlfriend’ who shows up out of nowhere?!”

The sound of their argument becomes even more apparent, and I can’t help but feel a pang of worry mixed with curiosity. I look over at Nick, who seems unfazed by the situation, taking another bite of his food.

Matt's voice rises, trying to reason with Chris. “Why the fuck are you being such a dick?” he snaps. “That’s our childhood best friend that we haven’t seen in years, and you’re treating her like some damn stranger, dickhead!”

“I’m not treating her like a damn stranger,” Chris argues, his voice also rising. “I’m just not thrilled that she’s here all of the sudden, taking up space in my damn house.”

Matt is clearly getting upset now, his patience snapping. “Your house? Since when is this your house you selfish prick? It’s just as much mine and Nick’s as it is yours. What is your damn problem, huh?”

“My problem is that she shouldn’t even be here in the first place,” Chris replies, his voice low and venomous. “She’s just a charity case you and Nick took in because her mom died.”

Matt snaps, shoving Chris hard against the wall, causing a loud thud. Nick quickly hears the commotion and gets up from the table, rushing towards them to intervene.

Before the situation can escalate any further, Nick interjects, placing a firm hand on both of their shoulders. “Alright, that’s enough. Both of you need to calm down, right now.”

Matt and Chris are both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling intensely. They stand there, their eyes locked in a heated stare, knuckles going white from how tightly they’re clenching their fists.

Nick firmly speaks up, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Chris, just go.”

Chris glares up at his brothers, but seeing Nick's serious expression, he relents and reluctantly starts walking away.

Nick keeps his hand on Matt’s shoulder, silently urging him to calm down as they watch Chris walk away, his footsteps fading down the hallway.

Nick turns to Matt after Chris has left, his voice gentle but firm. “You too, go cool down. Take a few minutes to breathe and relax.”

Matt takes a few deep breaths, calming himself down before heading to his room. Nick returns to the dining room, noticing that I was no longer there, and my empty plate was rinsed and left in the rack to dry. He picks up his own plate and Matt's, walking over to the kitchen to start washing them.

As Nick washes the dishes, he can't help but feel frustrated and worried about the situation between Matt and Chris. He knows tensions are running high, and the last thing he needs is for their sibling rivalry to impact the peace in the house.

Nick glances out the window, noticing me sitting by the pool with my legs dipped in the water. He can see that I’m just spacing out, lost in my thoughts. Nick watches for a moment, considering going out to check in on me.

Nick walks outside, his hands in his pockets. He approaches me, standing next to the pool, and apologizes. “I’m sorry you had to hear that,” he says, his tone sincere. “They usually get along well.”

I keep my gaze fixed on the water, and finally ask, my voice barely above a whisper, “Are you sure I can really stay here?”

Nick frowns slightly, noticing the uncertainty in my voice. He knows that the tension between Chris and Matt must be causing the doubt my welcome here. He moves a little closer, his hand gently squeezing my shoulder in reassurance.

Nick sits down beside me, his presence comforting. “You’re always welcomed here,” he reassures me. “Don’t mind Chris. He’s just been a big baby over the littlest things lately.”

Nick sighs, his expression a mix of concern and sadness. “Look, Y/N...things have changed since Boston,” he says softly. “Chris and Matt now run a business selling drugs.”

He pauses, gauging my reaction, his eyes searching my face for any signs of shock or disbelief.

I just sit there silently, taking in the shocking revelation. I had wondered about the mysterious “shipments” and money issues that were mentioned earlier, but I never expected it to be connected to something as illicit as drug dealing.

Nick continues, his words a stark reality check. “They’re deeper into things now,” he explains, his voice still soft. “They manage illegal racing, underground fighting and, obviously, the drug business.”

Nick glances at me, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. “It hadn’t changed Matt, but it’s changed Chris a lot. He's a different person now.”

The realization of their dangerous lifestyle hits me hard, and I shiver a little at the thought. It was hard to imagine the friendly boys from my childhood growing up to become involved in such risky and illegal activities. And the change in Chris was especially striking, it felt like I barely even knew who he was anymore.

Nick places a gentle hand on my shoulder, his tone reassuring. “Don’t let Chris get to you,” he says softly. “He says shit he doesn’t mean, especially when he’s being a douche.”

I manage a small smile in response, comforted by his reassurances. Nick gives me a final nod before standing up and walking back into the house. “Goodnight,” he calls out softly, closing the door behind him.

As I sit by the pool, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly feel a sense of being watched. I look up and see Chris on his balcony, smoking a joint. The smoke leaving his mouth is visible in the night air. Feeling a little embarrassed that he caught me looking, I quickly look away. When I glance back up, he’s gone, vanished back into his room.

I make my way upstairs, heading towards my room. Just as I pass Chris’s room, the door swings open, and he walks out abruptly, bumping into me in the dark hallway.

Caught off guard, I can’t help but grumble, “Tch, dick.”

Chris bristles at my muttered comment, his irritation clear in his tone. “You have something to say?” he retorts, his voice carrying a hint of challenge.

I reach the door to my room, my words edged with a hint of annoyance. “You heard me,” I retort, my voice firm. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are. And it’s not good to eavesdrop in on a conversation you’re not a part of.”

His dark eyes glint in the low light of the hallway, watching me with an unread expression. The silence feels heavy and charged, as we stand there in the dimly lit hallway. A beat passes before he finally responds, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s hard not to listen in when there’s a conversation about me.”

A tinge of irritation flares in me at Chris’s words. “Oh, please,” I scoff. “I’m sure the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

The harshness in my tone surprises me, but I stand my ground. The tense atmosphere makes the air feel thick and suffocating.

Chris takes a step closer to me, his body towering over me. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper, the closeness making my heart skip a beat. “I think it’s best if we stay out of each other's way.”

His intense gaze fixed on me, the proximity between us sending a shiver down my spine. The tension is palpable, the air crackling with an electric current.

I hold his gaze, refusing to look away. “Fine with me,” I say firmly, my voice unwavering.

Chris takes a step back, his stoic expression betraying nothing. He seems to consider my words for a moment before nodding curtly and walking away, leaving me standing in the hallway, breathing heavily from the intensity of our brief encounter.

The silence that follows feels deafening after their heated exchange. I can still smell his cologne lingering in the air, a faint reminder of his presence. I'm left standing in the hallway, trying to catch my bearings and catch my breath after the intense exchange. The sound of his footsteps fades, and I'm finally alone in the hallway, my thoughts racing.

I can’t help but replay the encounter in my mind. Chris’s intense gaze, his close proximity, the electric tension between us… It’s all replaying in my mind like a movie on repeat. I can’t shake off the feeling of being drawn to him, despite our rocky start.

I make my way into my room, closing the door softly behind me. I quickly get ready for bed, the events of the day still replaying in my mind. As I settle into bed, I can’t help but wonder what tomorrow will bring.

The soft morning sunlight filters through the white curtains, gently stirring me awake. I stir in the comfortable bed, the soft sheets feeling like a cocoon around me. I rub my eyes, adjusting to the light as I slowly rise from the bed.

As I make my way down the stairs, my stomach starts to grumble slightly. I’m still getting used to my new surroundings, but the smell of food wafting from the kitchen is definitely a familiar comfort.

I reach the kitchen to find Nick and Matt loading up their plates with food. Nick looks up and notices me, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Morning, sleepyhead,” he teases, his voice friendly.

I can’t help but smile back, feeling reassured by Nick’s welcoming presence. “Morning,” I reply, making my way to the island to help myself to some food.

Matt passes by me as he heads toward the table, gently ruffling my hair with a small smile on his face. “Morning,” he says softly, his playful gesture making me stifle a laugh.

Nick grabs his plate and heads to the table, joining Matt. As I continue loading up my plate, I notice Chris entering the kitchen. He walks to the refrigerator, his demeanor cold and indifferent.

The atmosphere in the kitchen changes, the energy shifting as Chris enters. I can feel the tension in the air, the contrast between Chris’s aloof exterior and the other brothers easy-going banter striking. He opens the fridge and grabs a water bottle, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room.

Chris walks over to the island and starts to load up his plate. He remains silent, his focus on the food rather than the conversation surrounding him. The air around him is cold and distant, creating a sharp contrast to the warm atmosphere that was there moments before.

Nick turns to Chris, his voice casual. “So there’s a party today, underground if i’m sure. You thinking ‘bout going?”

Chris’s expression remains stoic as he puts food on his plate, not looking up from the island. “Maybe,” he says flatly, his voice lacking enthusiasm.

Nick’s tone shifts, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. “You ‘maybe’ a lot lately. It’s always ‘maybe this’ and ‘maybe that.’ Can you make up your mind for once?”

Chris's jaw tenses, his gaze finally shifting to meet Nick's gaze. “I can make up my own mind just fine, thanks.”

Nick rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated with Chris’s indifferent attitude. “Oh, you can, can you? Then why do you keep giving me that same vague answer whenever I ask you something?”

Matt cuts in, trying to diffuse the tension. “Guys, can you relax? It’s too early for all this drama.”

Nick continues, his voice laced with annoyance. “Actually, why don’t you take Y/N to the party with you? Let her see LA for herself. Might do you both some good.”

Chris puts his fork down, his expression hardening. “No,” he replies bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The kitchen falls silent, the tension between the brothers palpable. Nick looks at Chris, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. “No? That’s it? Just ‘no’? When did you get so goddamn stubborn?”

Chris’s voice is cold and detached as he replies. “I said no. You should be happy I didn’t give you a maybe as an answer.”

Nick scoffs, clearly irritated. “Oh, please. Forgive me for hoping for a straight answer from you for once.”

Chris moves quickly, scooping up his plate and placing it in the sink. “I’m leaving, have somewhere to be,” he says curtly, his words clipped and short. Without another word, he exits the kitchen, the tension in the air slowly dissipating with his departure.

Nick mutters under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “Unbelievable. Every time I try to have a conversation with him, he shuts down and acts like a child.”

I look up from my food, guilt creeping into my chest. “I’m sorry I’m the cause for your fights lately,” I say softly, my voice tinged with remorse. “It feels like the tension has been building up since I arrived, and I can’t help but feel guilty about it.”

Nick waves away my apology, his expression softer now. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault,” he reassures me. “Even before you arrived, Chris has just been a pain in the ass lately.”

Nick gets up from the table, his plate in hand. “Matt, we gotta hit those errands,” he says to Matt, who’s still finishing up his food. He turns to me, a small smile on his face. “You okay with being by yourself for a while? Or do you wanna come along?”

I shake my head, my mouth still full of food. “You two go ahead. I’ll be fine here by myself,” I manage to say through my mouthful.

Nick smiles, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “Okay. But if anything happens, call me. And make sure you’re dressed for that party later.”

Nick exits the kitchen, and Matt follows suit, both of them waving goodbye to me. “Later,” Matt calls out as they leave the kitchen, leaving me alone in the suddenly quiet house.

A/N: sorry for taking so long to post the next chapter!! ive been focusing on my grades since graduation is around the corner☝️

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[freshl6ve]

˗ˏˋ★ ⋮ 𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑺 ¹ .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

He was off limits, but somehow,

he became the only person 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : It’s been a few months now since my mom passed away, and to say it’s been a rollercoaster of emotions would be an understatement. Nick had found out and immediately insisted that I come live with him and his two other triplet brothers.

At first, I was hesitant. I didn’t want to be a burden on them, but Nick reassured me that they wanted to help. And so here I am, sitting in the backseat of a uber Nick gotten for me, headed towards their house in Los Angeles.

The car glides through the busy streets of LA, the city I’ve never been to before. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen—the bright, colorful billboards, the towering skyscrapers, the constant flow of traffic.

Nick had warned me that it would be a huge adjustment, but I had brushed him off, thinking I could handle it. But now, as I stare out the window, I can’t help but feel a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach.

The uber driver finally pulls up to a huge house, parked in front of a large, gated driveway. I grab my bag from the trunk and make my way towards the house, my heart racing.

Nick had told me that his brothers were excited to have me stay with them, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of nerves. As I walk up the steps to the front door, I take a deep breath and ring the bell. A few moments later, Nick answers the door, a warm smile on his face.

Nick and I go back a long way. We’ve been friends since childhood, growing up in Boston, Massachusetts together. We spent summers exploring the city, riding our bikes through the neighborhood and playing games in the park.

Even though we drifted apart as we got older, we always kept in touch, and our bond remained strong. I knew I could count on Nick no matter what happened.

Nick pulls me into a tight hug, squeezing me tightly. “I’m so glad you made it,” he says, his voice warm and comforting. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.”

I pull away from the hug, chuckling softly. “It’s good to see you too, Nick,” I say, my heart feeling a little lighter. I was nervous about staying with him and his brothers, but seeing his familiar smile eases my anxiety.

As I was about to say something, I’m interrupted by Matt’s voice. “Good to see that you arrived safely,” he says, a warm smile on his face. I turn to see Matt walking into the foyer, hands in his pockets.

I smile at Matt as I make my way over to him and pull him into a tight hug. “Hey, Matt,” I say, my voice muffled against his chest. He squeezes me back, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Long time no see,” he responds. “I’m so sorry about your mom. You must be going through it.”

I close my eyes for a moment, appreciating the comfort of Matt’s embrace. It had been a while since I’d seen him, and his familiar presence felt like a soothing balm. “Thanks, Matt,” I say, pulling away and looking up at him. “It’s been tough, but I’m trying to stay strong.”

Matt looks at me with a soft expression, his eyes filled with concern. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says, gently resting a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t deserve to go through this alone. We’re here for you, okay?”

I nod, my throat feeling tight with emotion. It was nice to know that I had someone looking out for me, someone who cared about my wellbeing. “Thank you, I appreciate it more than you know,” I manage to say, my voice a little shaky.

As I talked to Nick and Matt, there was one person missing. The one person I longed for the most during the time we had spent apart. He was the boy I had a crush on since we were kids, but I knew I could never tell Nick because he was his brother. I missed him terribly, and the thought of seeing him again made my heart race with excitement and nervousness.

And then, as if on cue, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. My heart skips a beat as I turn to see none other than Chris making his way down the staircase.

My eyes widen as I see Chris descend the stairs, taking in his new appearance. His hair was longer and tousled, but it only made him look more attractive. He had grown into his features, his face now chiseled and sharp, emphasizing his strong jawline.

Chris walks over to the door, barely sparing me a glance. “I’m heading out for a bit, probably won’t be home until later,” he says coolly, his voice devoid of any emotion. Nick pipes up, an edge to his voice. “You’re just going to be a dick and ignore the fact that Y/N is here?”

Chris pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering over to me briefly. He doesn’t respond to Nick’s comment, but I can see the coldness in his expression. He seems so distant, like a completely different person than the warm, carefree boy I used to know.

Chris finally glances at me, his expression unreadable. “Sup,” he mutters, his voice flat, before turning to walk out the door. The sound of the door shutting behind him feels like a punch to the gut.

Matt sighs, shaking his head. “Don’t mind him, he’s just been a real dick lately,” he says, his expression annoyed. “He’s probably just pissed off about something to do with his shipment.”

I’m about to ask what Matt meant by “shipment” when Nick interrupts me. “Let me show you to your room,” he says, placing a hand on my shoulder and steering me towards the stairs.

Nick helps me with my luggage, easily grabbing the heavy bags and carrying them up the stairs for me. We make our way up, the house feeling spacious and airy. There were so many rooms, with plenty of space to spare.

Nick stops in front of a door and pushes it open, revealing a spacious room. “Here’s your room,” he says, placing my bags down next to the bed. “Chris’s room is right across from yours, Matt’s is next to Chris’s room and I’m next to yours.” Nick points out each room.

My eyes widen in awe as I step into the room, taking in the spacious interior and the large window that offers a beautiful view of the backyard and LA. My bed is centered in the room, facing the window, and to the left is a door that leads to a large bathroom. Through the bathroom, I can see another large closet, providing me with plenty of space for my belongings.

As I take in the room, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for Nick’s generosity. I had never imagined that I would be staying in such a luxurious room, especially given the circumstances. I turn to Nick, a small smile on my face. “Thank you, Nick,” I say quietly. “This is more than I could have asked for.”

Nick gives me a warm smile, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t mention it,” he says, his tone sincere. “You’ve been going through a lot, and the last thing you need is to be worrying about your living situation. This is exactly where you belong for now.”

I nod, my throat feeling tight with emotion. Nick’s words and the fact that he wanted me to stay here felt almost overwhelming. I was forever grateful for his kindness. “I really appreciate it,” I repeat, still in awe of the fact that I was living in such a beautiful place in LA.

“Well, I’ll let you unpack,” he says, his tone light. Nick turns to leave, but pauses for a moment. “Oh, and before I go, I just wanted to mention something.” His expression becomes more serious. “My brothers are off limits. So, no ideas, alright? Vice versa.”

I stand in attention, giving Nick a mock salute. “Yessir, sir Nicolas,” I respond jokingly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Little did I know that the “off-limits” directive was about to be a lot harder to follow than I had originally anticipated.

A/N: NEW SERIES!! i’ve been working hard on this series to make it good for you all! I AM SO SORRY FOR THE HIATUS BUT IM BACK AND YES ILL TRY TO POST THOSE VALENTINES DAY STORIES EVEN THOUGH IM A MONTH LATE. ALSO I LOVETHE NEW LAYOUT OUT, LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK :) HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄¹⁰

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, I was greeted by the early morning sunlight streaming in through the curtains, casting soft, warm light over the room. The memory of the night before came flooding back to me, the feel of Matt’s skin against mine, the sounds of pleasure filling the air. I turned my head, finding Matt lying on his stomach beside me, his arm under his pillow, his back bare as the sheet only covered his waist and down.

My head was throbbing as I slowly rose from the bed, each movement sending a wave of pain through my skull. I fought the ache as I made my way over to Matt’s closet, grabbing a baggy shirt and putting it on. The fabric fell loosely around my body, providing much-needed comfort. I then shuffled over to his dresser, grabbing a pair of his boxers and pulling them on.

With each step, the pain in my head grew more intense, but I powered through, shuffling out of Matt's bedroom and down the hall toward the kitchen. My only goal was to find some water and something to ease the headache that was making my temples pulse. The cool wood under my feet provided some relief, and I silently prayed that there would be hangover medicine in one of the cabinets.

As I entered the kitchen, still rubbing tiredness from my eyes, I was taken aback to find someone already there, leaning against the counter and scrolling on their phone. “Oh, sorry,” I muttered, stepping carefully into the room. The person looked up from their phone, a warm smile on their face. “You must be Y/N,” they said, their tone light and curious.

I nodded, my head still throbbing, feeling a little bit awkward standing there in Matt's boxers and oversized shirt. The stranger gave me a once-over, no doubt noticing my disheveled appearance and choice of clothing. “Rough night?” they asked, their tone light and amused. I nodded in response.

Suddenly it clicked to me, “You must be Nick right?” I asked, my voice laced with surprise and confusion. Nick chuckled and nodded, his smile widening as he continued. “Yeah, I’m Matt’s and Chris’s older triplet,” he repeated, adding, “Matt had told me a lot about you.”

Nick took a step closer, still leaning casually against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest. “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you after three years of hearing about you,” he repeated with a chuckle, his eyes flickering over my disheveled appearance once more. I cringed internally, feeling a rush of embarrassment at my current state. “Oh god, I am so sorry,” I apologized, my cheeks burning as I realized how unprofessional this must look.

“This is such an unprofessional way to meet me,” I tried to explain, running a hand through my messy hair, feeling a spike of anxiety. But Nick only laughed, waving off my apology with a dismissive gesture. “Don’t worry about it,” he assured me, his voice warm and easy-going. “I’m just happy to finally put a face to the name.”

Nick pushed himself away from the counter, gesturing for me to take a seat at the table. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a bottle of pain killers from the cupboard, setting them in front of me with a smile. “Here you go,” he said, “You probably need this.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, accepting the water and painkillers gratefully. My head throbbed with every move I made, and I just wanted the ache to go away. “I’m so sorry you had to meet me like this,” I repeated, feeling a mix of embarrassment and apology.

But Nick just chuckled again, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in my disheveled appearance. “Believe me,” he said, his tone light, “You look better than both my brothers do when they’re hungover.”

Nick took a seat across from me as I finished my water and the painkillers. We sat in silence for a moment. Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, and a moment later, Chris appeared in the kitchen, a girl following closely behind him. They quickly walked through the living room and towards the front door.

Once Chris walked the girl out, he made his way back up the stairs and entered the kitchen. Grabbing a water from the fridge, Nick and I watched in silence. Nick couldn’t help but take a jab at his younger brother, asking, “Isn’t that the third one this week?” Chris shot him a glare, replying simply, “Shut up, Nick.” Before Nick could say anything more Chris walked over to the stairs, down to his room, and Nick called out after him, “Good morning to you too, sweetheart!”

Nick chuckled at his own comment, his eyes flickering back to me. “Ignore him,” he said, his tone easygoing. “He’s always grumpy in the mornings after one of his hook-ups, especially if they didn’t pleasure him right.”

I took a sip of my water, watching as Nick leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his face. “Don’t you get tired of seeing random girls in your house?” I asked, trying to hide my curiosity behind a casual tone.

Nick shrugged, a mix of frustration and resignation in his expression. “Yeah. Me and Matt can’t really do anything though, because he won’t listen,” he explained. “He just does what he wants.”

I nodded, understanding his predicament. Dealing with someone who always did what they wanted was never easy. “I see,” I replied, my voice soft. “It must be tough dealing with someone like that.”

Nick chuckled, shaking his head in mild exasperation. “Oh yeah, Chris is a real pain in the ass,” he agreed, but his tone was affectionate, his expression fond. “But I love him no matter how annoying he is. He’s my brother, y’know?”

I nodded again, a small smile curving my lips. I knew what he meant. No matter how aggravating a family member could be, the love was always there. “I get it,” I said. Sibling relationships can be complicated and frustrating, but at the end of the day, there’s always that unbreakable bond.

Nick leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, a curious glint in his eyes. “How about you?” he asked, his tone casual.

I blinked, surprised by the question. “How about me what?” I repeated, unsure where this conversation was going.

Nick chuckled, elaborating his question. “Do you have any siblings?” he asked.

I shook my head, a little pang of loneliness filling my chest. “No,” I replied, my voice soft. “I’m an only child.”

Nick’s expression softened, his usually playful demeanor replaced by something more understanding. “An only child, huh?” he mused, his tone gentle. “Must have been pretty lonely at times.”

“Yeah, really lonely,” I agreed, my voice quiet. My parents’ absence had always been a gaping hole in my life, leaving me feeling isolated and alone. “Even more lonely when both parents aren’t around anymore,” I added, my words tinged with sorrow.

Nick’s surprise was evident on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly. “What happened to them?” he repeated, his voice now softer, laced with concern. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“My mom abandoned me when I was little,” I stated, my tone matter-of-fact. “And my dad died due to cancer.” The words weighed heavily on my tongue, even more so as I looked at Nick’s sympathetic expression.

His eyes widened, a mixture of shock and sadness. “Oh wow,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. That must’ve been really rough.”

I waved off his sympathy, not wanting to dwell on the topic. “It’s fine,” I assured him, my voice calm and composed. “It’s not your fault.” I took a deep breath, preparing to continue. “I don’t really like talking about it, but you asked.” It was difficult speaking about my past, but there was something about Nick’s gentle demeanor that made it somewhat easier.

Nick quickly changed the subject, sensing my discomfort. “You know,” he said, a smile reappearing on his lips, “We should hang out sometime. You’re really interesting.” There was a hint of genuine fascination in his tone, as if he really did find me intriguing.

I could feel the tight knot in my chest loosen a little at his words, and a small, soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “I would love that,” I said, my voice gentle and sincere.

Just as the conversation fell silent, we heard someone walking up the stairs once more. Chris appeared, tossing an empty water bottle into the recycling bin before his gaze landed on me. I averted my eyes, feeling a slight tension between us.

Nick, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere, broke the silence by questioning Chris. “Feeling better now, princess?” he teased, injecting some lightness into the air.

Chris rolled his eyes at Nick’s comment and checked the fridge for food, only to find it empty. He let out a sigh and leaned against the counter, his attention drawn to his phone. Nick shook his head, his voice firm. “I don’t wanna repeat myself about bringing girls into the house again, Chris.”

Chris responded coldly, not looking up from his phone. “Then don’t.” He continued to scroll through the food delivery app before asking, “I’m ordering food. What do you want?”

Nick’s voice took on a serious tone as he spoke to his brother. “I’m being serious, Chris,” he reiterated, his expression stern.

Chris shot back, a defiant edge to his voice. “If you don’t want any girls in this house, those rules should apply to Matt as well,” he emphasized, not backing down.

Nick furrowed his brow, genuinely confused. Matt wasn’t the type to bring girls around, so what was Chris insinuating? But I knew the answer. It was me.

Nick tried to understand his brother’s words, his confusion evident. “What are you implying?” he started, his voice trailing off as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Chris’s response was blunt, his tone sharp. “Well, it’s pretty obvious,” he retorted. Nick finally caught on, his expression hardening as he realized what Chris meant.

Nick finally seemed to catch on, understanding what Chris was getting at. “Y/N isn’t just a random girl,” he said, defending me. “She’s a friend of Matt’s, and a friend of Matt’s is a friend of mine,” he snapped, his words firm. “I don’t know what your deal is, but try taking your head out of your ass for once in your life.”

Chris’s cold glare lingered on me for a moment, his jaw clenching visibly. But there was a slight softening in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface.

Nick stood his ground, his voice firm. “I mean it,” he asserted. Chris responded with a nonchalant, “whatever,” his expression turning dismissive. He rolled his eyes and pushed away from the counter, his shoulders tense. “I’m going to go back down to my room,” he announced, before adding, “Text me your order or whatever” then he walked down the stairs and disappeared into his room.

Nick looked at me, the tension in his face dissolving into an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry about him,” he said, his voice gentle. “I don’t know what got into him.”

I shook my head, brushing off his apology. “It’s fine,” I assured him softly. “It’s not your fault.” I paused, a pang of guilt in my chest. “I’m probably the one to blame for him acting like that, to be honest.”

Nick’s confusion showed on his face as he listened to my explanation. “We had a thing going on a couple of months ago,” I confessed softly. “Well, I wouldn’t say thing…like…we kissed?”

My heart clenched in my chest as I continued, my voice quiet. “I don’t know what it was, but... I just didn’t wanna get hurt so I pushed him away. And ever since then I haven’t heard a word from him.” I paused, the weight of my actions weighing heavily on me. “I guess that explains the tension between us, I suppose.”

Nick’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and realization on his face. “So you already knew Chris?” he repeated, his voice tinged with curiosity.

I nodded, my expression becoming sheepish. “Yeah,” I affirmed softly.

Nick’s concerned expression melted into a small smile as he suggested, “You should head back to bed. I can tell you’re really tired.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of fatigue settling in my limbs. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I admitted. I stood up from the table, feeling the need to lie down again. “It was nice meeting you,” I said softly, a weary smile on my face. With that, I turned and made my way into the hallway, disappearing into Matt’s room.

I entered the room, finding Matt still in the same position I had left him earlier. His arms tucked under the pillow, his bare back exposed, leaving his defined shoulders and muscular arms on display and the blanket draped over his waist.

His breaths came slow and soft, his rising back in time with each measured inhale. His hair was tousled, a mess from the night before, yet there was an endearing softness to his appearance.

This was a normal occurrence for us. It was an unspoken agreement between us, a secret known only to ourselves.

We were friends with benefits, a relationship based purely on mutual pleasure and satisfaction, no strings attached. It was a simple arrangement, a way to fulfill needs without the complexities of commitment.

It was a mutual understanding between us. Matt wasn't ready for a relationship, and neither was I. We had both come to the agreement that if we ever needed pleasure, we could turn to each other. It was a simple arrangement, devoid of romantic feelings or expectations, just the fulfillment of a desire.

Matt’s eyes fluttered open, his mind slowly stirring out of sleep. He felt the weight of my presence against his back, my arm draped over him. He shifted slightly in the bed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I spoke softly, my voice low and tender. “Good morning,” I murmured, my fingers tracing patterns on his bare skin.

Matt’s voice was groggy but warm as he replied, “Morning.”

I moved closer to him, snuggling my face into the crook of his neck, my fingers still tracing featherlight patterns on his back. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent before whispering softly, “Did you sleep well?”

Matt hummed in response, signaling that he slept well. Then, he shifted his body, turning onto his back, facing me directly. His gaze met mine, his eyes still half closed with sleep, but there was a soft smile on his lips.

As Matt repositioned himself to face me, my eyes traced over his features. I propped myself up on one arm, my gaze fixated on him with a tender expression. I softly laid my hand on his chest, my touch lingering as my fingers found his chain. Almost absently, I began to fiddle with the chain, my fingers gently gliding over the familiar metal links.

Matt reached up lazily, his hand finding its way to my face. His fingertips gently brushed against my skin, moving a stray piece of hair out of my eyes. His touch was soft, his movements slow from the remnants of sleep.

Our lips met in a soft and tender kiss, a sweet moment shared between us. Just as the kiss deepened, a knock on the door jolted us apart, breaking the intimate bubble we were in.

Nick's voice carried through from the other side of the door. “Matt, can you go get breakfast? Chris ordered it but he's being a bitch and won't go get it.”

Matt let out a long sigh, reluctantly agreeing. “Yeah, I got it,” he muttered. We heard the sound of Nick’s footsteps fade away as he walked off.

I chuckled softly, my gaze dropping down to Matt. “You’re the best brother ever,” I teased gently.

Matt rolled his eyes playfully, his cheeks flushing slightly. He poked my side jokingly before replying, “Shut up.” But before I could playfully respond, he suddenly leaned up and pecked my lips once more, a slight smirk on his face.

With a smirk, I reminded him, “You’re still naked. Get dressed.” I climbed off the bed, my feet finding the ground.

Matt’s question came next, his voice groggy but amused. “Where are you going?”

I replied, “I left my purse in the car. I have makeup wipes and face wash in there, I need them.”

I walked out of Matt’s room and made my way through the hallway, heading downstairs and passing by Chris’s room. I entered the garage and walked over to the car, quickly opening the door and reaching for my purse. I rummaged through the bag, finding the makeup wipes and face wash I had just in case.

I closed the car door and started to walk towards the garage door, ready to head back into the house. Just as I was about to pass by Chris’s room, I was abruptly stopped by someone grabbing my wrist. I turned to look, discovering that it was Chris who was holding onto my wrist.

I was taken aback by his sudden action, confusion and surprise evident on my face. “What are you doing?” I managed to ask.

But Chris didn't answer, his grip still firm on my wrist as he pulled me into his room, closing the door behind us.

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A/N: posting this before i change the theme — v-day oneshots out today! also new title soon

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[freshl6ve]

! : I know I said I would come out with two new fics but I’ve been having bad writer's block but I’ll get to writing them today and try to post them later today or tomorrow!

! : ALSO been thinking of changing the Chris series title (“Shut up & drive”) so look out for a potential new title. I’m not sure what I wanna call it yet but I know I want to change it.

Have a great day/night! - Ghost <3

[freshl6ve]

will be posting 2 new fics for matt and chris for (a late) valentine’s day tomorrow. due to me not feeling well i decided to push them back till tomorrow. sorry they’ll be a late valentine’s day from me to you but also NEW THEME so i can’t wait to put them out!

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄⁹

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, Matt standing behind me, his lips hovering near my neck. I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and uneven, as he held the zipper of my dress between his fingers, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His voice was low and gravelly as he asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

Matt’s voice was soft but firm as he continued, his body pressed against my back, his hands gently gripping the fabric of my dress. “I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want, especially not when you’re drunk,” he murmured into my ear, his lips ghosting over my neck. “I need you to be sure about this. Is this what you really want?”

I closed my eyes for a moment, my breath catching in my throat at the heat of his proximity. My heart was pounding in my chest, my thoughts a dizzying mix of desire and uncertainty. I knew what I wanted, what my body was aching for. But his words made me pause, made me consider what this would mean, not just for right this moment, but for the future.

My thoughts flickered briefly to chris, a pang of guilt and uncertainty settling in my chest. His face flashing before my eyes. But even as I saw him there, I pushed the thought away. I didn’t care about Chris, not anymore. All that mattered now was Matt, the way his body felt against mine, the sound of his voice in my ear. I wanted this, I wanted Matt. And I wasn’t drunk enough to ignore my own desires. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice a hoarse whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

Matt’s hands gripped my hips a little tighter, his body pressing against mine as he nodded in response to my words. “Don’t be afraid to tell me when to stop,” he murmured in my ear, his voice rough with desire, but soft with concern. “If you change your mind, just say so, and we stop. Got it?”

I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation, but Matt wasn't satisfied with the simple gesture. “I need words,” he said, his voice firmer now, but still gentle. “I need to know that you understand. Tell me you understand.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. His commanding tone was sending a thrill down my spine, making me shiver against him. I looked over my shoulder, meeting his gaze, and whispered. “I understand.”

A wave of satisfaction washed over Matt as I agreed, as I told him I understood. “Good,” he responded, his lips gently grazing against the sensitive skin of my neck. His kisses were slow and lingering, his tongue darting out to taste me.

Every touch was like a match being struck, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter and hotter with every passing second. My head fell back against his shoulder, giving him better access to my neck, as his lips traced a path up to my ear, his breath warm against my skin.

Matt’s hands left my hips, moving upwards to the zipper of my dress. Slowly, torturously, he pulled it down, the sound of the metal teeth coming undone echoing in the room. I could feel the material of my dress growing looser, the fabric falling away from my body, revealing more and more skin to his gaze.

As the zipper reached the bottom, Matt’s hands slipped inside the dress, immediately wrapping around my breasts. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples. I let out a soft gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder.

His large hands enveloped my small breasts completely, his touch gentle yet firm. He kneaded the soft flesh, his touch growing more insistent as he felt my nipples hardening beneath his thumbs.

The straps of my dress slipped down my shoulders, the silky fabric slowly descending, revealing more of my skin to his heated gaze. Matt’s lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, placing soft kisses there as his hands continued their exploration.

His lips moved up my neck, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, making me shiver. His hands pushed the dress down further, until it was pooled at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but my lacy underwear.

Matt slowly turned me around in his arms, his hands resting on my waist. With a playful gleam in his eyes, he suddenly commanded, “Jump.” Without hesitation, I leapt into his embrace, wrapping my legs around his waist as he caught me effortlessly.

He held onto my thighs, his strong arms supporting my weight as he carried me to the bed. Gently, he laid me down, my back hitting the soft mattress. Matt followed, placing his knee between my legs as he hovered over me, our eyes locked in a heated gaze. “Shall I continue?”

“Yes.” I bit my lip, nodding slowly as I looked up at him through hooded eyes. The air between us was thick with tension and desire. Matt’s gaze dropped to my lips, his pupils dilating. Leaning down, he captured my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss as his knee pressed more firmly against the apex of my thighs.

His hands roamed down to my thighs, gently pushing them further apart to make room for his knee. He deepened the kiss, swallowing my soft moans as he slowly began to slowly open my legs wider around his knee, his hands splaying out on my thighs to keep them in place.

As his knee pressed more insistently between my thighs, I could feel the cool air against my most intimate area, hidden beneath the thin lace of my underwear. Matt broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, his hands tightening on my thighs to keep them spread wider.

I arched my back slightly as his kiss reached the base of my throat, a small whimper escaping my lips. His knee pressed firmly against me now, creating delicious friction against where I needed him most. One of his hands slid up my thigh, grazing the edge of my underwear. “Matt...”

“Mm?” Matt hummed against my skin, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear, slowly beginning to pull them down.

I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin, my underwear now completely removed. Matt looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his thumb lightly tracing circles on the inside of my thigh. His knee was still pressed firmly against me, applying gentle pressure.

“Yes,” I stammered, biting my lip. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second, my heart racing with anticipation. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, slowly inching closer to my center.

His fingers found the straps of my heels, dexterously unbuckling them one by one. With a soft thud, the shoes hit the floor as he removed them completely, leaving my feet bare. Matt gazed up at me from between my thighs, his expression one of pure hunger and adoration.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and husky. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in to press a kiss directly against my center. I gasped, my hips bucking slightly at the sudden contact.

Matt chuckled softly against me, the vibrations sending shivers through my body. He kissed me again, this time lingering for a moment before dragging his tongue slowly up my slit. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair as he began to eat me out.

His tongue explored me gently, lapping at my folds with a tender reverence. He took his time, learning my every curve and crevice as if he were savoring the finest delicacy. Every touch was purposeful, designed to bring me pleasure rather than immediate gratification.

As Matt continued his sensual exploration, he occasionally glanced up at me, ensuring my enjoyment with every flick and caress. His hands massaged the backs of my thighs, kneading the muscles as they quivered.

Matt hooked his arms under my thighs, slowly lifting my legs over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer as he buried his face deeper between my thighs.

His mouth descended upon me once more, his tongue delving deep into my core as he ate me out with renewed fervor. He sucked on my clit, his lips gentle but insistent, as he devoured my pussy like it was his last meal.

I shuddered and gasped with every stroke of his tongue, feeling the building tension coiling tighter within me. Matt read my body perfectly, adjusting his pace and pressure based on my responses. My fingers raked through his hair, holding him closer as waves of exquisite pleasure washed over me.

He curled his fingers inside me, stroking that spot that drove me wild. He added another finger, stretching me gently as he continued to lap at my sensitive bud. His fingers moved with his mouth, creating a rhythm that had me writhing against his face.

“Fuck, Matt...” I whimpered, my voice trembling with need. “Right there, just like that. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” My hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more friction, more pleasure. He complied, his tongue and fingers never ceasing their delicious torment.

Matt looked up, taking in the sight of my head thrown back, lost in ecstasy. My hand was fisted in his hair, holding him in place as I chased my release. He could see the raw, unbridled pleasure written all over my face and it spurred him on.

“Matt!” I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as I convulsed around his fingers and tongue. He didn’t let up, drawing out my release until I was boneless and spent, collapsed against his pillows. He slowly withdrew his fingers and licked his lips clean.

Matt tenderly cleaned me with his mouth, slowly making his way up my body. He trailed kisses along my inner thigh, then across my sensitive stomach, making me squirm. His lips moved to my chest, kissing between my breasts before moving up to my collarbone.

He continued planting gentle kisses along my neck until he reached my jawline. I reached up, grabbing his face in my hands and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Our lips melded together, tongues swirling as we both breathed each other in.

Our kiss grew more intense, my hand sliding down his chest, finding the buckle of his belt. I could feel his growing hardness pressing against my thigh as I worked to undo his pants. He moaned into my mouth, his hand moving to help mine, eager to get rid of the barriers between us.

As soon as the belt was off, my hand found its way inside, wrapping around his length. He broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine as he let out a low, guttural moan.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice trembling as I continued to touch him. His hips bucked slightly into my hand, seeking more friction. I smiled against his forehead, my thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock, spreading his precum around.

He whimpered, his body tensing up as I touched his most sensitive spot. “Y/N,” he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, stilling my hand inside his pants. “Enough,” he murmured, his eyes finding mine.

Matt gently pushed my hand away, his eyes blazing with tenderness and desire. “Let me do the work, okay?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I wanna watch you enjoy every second of this. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Matt stood up quickly, already reaching for his shirt and pulling it off, revealing his toned chest. He tossed the shirt aside and watched as I sat up, my eyes fixed on his pants.

Ignoring his words, I reached for the waistband of his pants. I was too eager, too hungry to follow his instructions. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. He watched me with surprise, his lips parting as I started to tug his pants down.

His hands reached out to stop me, but I was too fast, too determined. I pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his erect cock from its confines. It sprang up, thick and hard, glistening with precum at the tip.

Matt looked down at me, his breath hitching in his throat as he saw the eager look in my eyes and the “please” on my lips. He swallowed hard, his hands balling into fists at his sides, trying to resist the urge to push me away and take control again.

But in the end, his resolve crumbled. He reached down, wrapping his fingers around his cock, and brought it to my lips. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading, before I parted my lips and wrapped them around the tip of his dick, sucking gently.

His eyes fluttered shut, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he felt the warmth and wetness of my mouth. His hand tangled in my hair, not pulling me closer like he wanted to, but holding me in place as he slowly thrust his hips forward, sliding more of his length into my mouth.

He groaned, letting me take the lead for a moment, his hand gently guiding my head as I sucked and licked at his cock. I looked up at him, my eyes watering slightly as I struggled to take him all the way, but he didn't pull away, letting me set the pace.

“Shit, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Relax your jaw sweetheart, you’re doing so well...” His hand moved to cup my cheek tenderly, guiding my movements as I continued to take him deeper. “Yes, just like that...”

I followed his instructions, relaxing my jaw and taking him deeper into my throat. He felt so big, so thick, stretching my lips and throat in the most delicious way. I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my mouth, but he was gentle, not forcing me to take anymore than I could handle.

“Fuck, your throat is so tight…” he gasped, his hips starting to move in a slow, rhythmic pace as he fucked my mouth. “Look up at me, sweetheart... I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck my dick.”

I looked up at him, my eyes streaming with tears as I tried to take him deeper, choking and gagging around his thick length. “You’re doing so good...” He watched me intently, his eyes dark with lust and something else, something softer.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Matt groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as he thrust deeper, his cock pulsing and twitching on my tongue.

His eyes rolled back in his head, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he felt my throat convulse around his throbbing length. I took his release down my throat without hesitation.

Matt’s body shuddered as he emptied himself into my mouth, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, before slowly pulling back. He watched me with hooded eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

He reached down, cupping my face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly. His lips moved against mine, soft and slow, a stark contrast to the intensity of what had just passed between us. As the kiss deepened, he gently pushed me back onto the bed, following me down.

He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation. “Are you really sure? We can’t back out now, I don’t think I can control myself if we start... Once I get inside you, even...”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest with excitement and anticipation. “I want this, Matt. I want you. All of you. Don’t hold back, please...” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, letting him feel just how much I wanted him.

He nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. “Okay, you tell me when to stop, alright? If it hurts too much, if it's too much... you say the word and I pull back, got it?”

Matt positioned himself at my entrance, his tip teasing my wet folds, drawing a shuddering moan from my lips. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered me, stretching me open around his thick girth. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely.

“Breathe through it baby, you’re doing so well...” he whispered against my neck, his lips trailing kisses across my sensitive skin. “You’re so tight... feels fucking amazing...” His hips began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, allowing me time to adjust to his size.

“Wait... wait, Matt... please... I need a moment to adjust,” I panted, my body trembling slightly as I struggled to accommodate his size. I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Matt halted his movements, his forehead resting against mine as he breathed heavily. “Take your time, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses on my neck. “I’ll give you all the time you need.” He held perfectly still, allowing me to adjust to him at my own pace.

He started moving slowly again, each thrust deliberate and controlled. With one hand, he caressed my cheek while the other supported his weight, making sure not to put too much pressure on me. “How’s that...” he whispered against my ear, his voice thick with need, “Am I hurting you?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I whimpered softly. “It hurts... a little,” I admitted, my nails digging into his back. Matt paused, kissing my neck gently. “More?” He asked, his voice low, “Can you take a little more?”

Matt's lips brushed against my neck as he spoke lowly, hypnotically. “Just focus on me, baby. Feel my body against yours, skin to skin.” His thrusts remained slow but grew stronger, each movement deliberate, purposeful. “That’s it, don't think about anything else.”

I could only moan in response, my body trembling with sensations as Matt’s lips explored my neck, his words washing over me like a soothing tide. My back arched involuntarily, pressing my breasts against his chest, seeking more contact, more pleasure.

My nails sank deeper into his muscular back as I clung to him, anchoring myself in his strong presence. Matt’s murmurs against my neck sent shivers down my spine, distracting me from the lingering discomfort.

“Faster... please...” my breathy plea ignited something in him. Matt’s hands immediately went to my hips, gripping them firmly as he picked up the pace, thrusting into me faster and harder. The new rhythm sent waves of pleasure through my body, making me gasp and moan louder. My walls tightened around him, trying to pull him deeper.

He growled possessively, his face contorting with raw passion as he pounded into me, the bed creaking beneath us. His large hands spread my thighs wider, hitting deeper and harder. His stomach flexed with each powerful thrust, his chest glistening with sweat.

Matt hovered over me, his grunts turning into deep groans as he struggled to maintain control. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my hands to his shoulders for support as he pounded into me mercilessly. The intensity of his movements made my entire body shake, my breasts bouncing with each thrust.

Matt's groans mingled with mine, creating a symphony of pleasure. “Fuck, yes... just like that,” he panted, his voice strained with effort. “Let it out, baby. I want to hear you.”

Matt’s movements became more deliberate, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself fully inside me with each thrust. I felt every inch of him, my walls stretching to accommodate his impressive length. “Oh fuck, Matt!” I screamed, my back arching off the bed as intense pleasure consumed me.

My nails dug into his bicep as I held on, my body convulsing with each deep thrust. The bed slammed against the wall with each forceful stroke. “Right there... yes... just like that!” I cried out as he hit my sweet spot perfectly, my vision blurring with ecstasy.

As Matt continued his relentless pace, he looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. I gazed up at him, lost in the moment, when suddenly, I saw a flash of Chris’s features on Matt’s face.

The sight of Chris’s face on Matt sent a jolt through me, my heart racing for a completely different reason. I bit my lip, torn between the pleasure Matt was giving me and the sudden intrusion of Chris into my thoughts. My body continued to respond to Matt's thrusts, but my mind was elsewhere.

Matt's movements slowed, concern etched on his handsome face as he gently caressed my cheek. “Hey, are you okay?” His brow furrowed, his hips still rolling against mine but at a gentler pace now.

I nodded, my fingers tracing up his neck and into his hair, pulling him closer. “Faster... please...” I whimpered against his lips, my body craving more despite my wandering thoughts.

Our kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as he understood my silent plea. His pace quickened again—hard, deep thrusts that made me claw at his back as I moaned into his mouth. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with my loud moans.

As Matt pounded into me, I felt the pressure building, my climax approaching at lightning speed. With a final, powerful thrust, he hit my sweet spot, and I came undone, screaming his name as my walls clenched around him.

Panting heavily, Matt collapsed onto my chest, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His skin was slick with sweat, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of our climax. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both tried to catch our breath.

Matt pressed soft, gentle kisses to my neck, his lips tracing the sensitive skin. His touch was a stark contrast to the rough, passionate lovemaking we'd just shared. “You okay?” he murmured against my skin, his voice filled with admiration and affection.

I nodded, grabbing his face gently yet firmly, pulling him towards me until our lips met in a tender kiss. The passion from moments ago lingered, but this kiss was softer, more intimate. Our tongues danced lazily, savoring the closeness we shared.

Pulling away slowly, he whispered, “Stay right there, I’ll be back.” I watched his naked form retreat to the bathroom, admiring his muscles in the dim light. The sound of running water carried through the door before he reappeared, a warm towel in hand.

He gently cleaned me, his touch tender and caring. The warm towel felt amazing against my sensitive skin. After making sure I was taken care of, he tossed the towel into his hamper and settled back onto the bed beside me. “Comfortable?” he asked with a soft smile, pulling me close.

“Mhm... very,” I murmured, snuggling into his chest. My hand rested on his bare pecs, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. The warmth of his body against mine was comforting.

Matt's face relaxed into a smile, and he kissed the top of my head. “Get some sleep” he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing.

With a contented sigh, I drifted off to sleep, nestled safely in Matt’s arms. He held me close, his chest rising and falling steadily as he watched over me. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with him, and he too fell asleep, his arms still wrapped protectively around me.

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⭑.ᐟ : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. “C��mon Y/N, you just graduated last week, we gotta celebrate!”

I was sitting at my work bench, ordering new parts for my car, when he appeared beside me, a wide smile on his face. I glanced up at him, my expression neutral, and gave a small shrug.

“It’s not really a big deal, Matt,” I muttered, turning my attention back to the computer screen.

Six months had passed since the incident in my condo with Chris, and it felt like a lifetime ago. It was no longer December. It was now June. The memories and the hurt were still fresh in my mind, and they had changed me in ways I was struggling to deal with.

I’d grown colder, more distant, just wanting to be away from everyone. And yet, every time I thought of him, I couldn’t help but hate him.

I knew through Matt that he was still the same old Chris, hooking up with a different girl every week, and it only fueled my anger.

It was like he’d actually listened to me that night when I told him to leave, and I hated him for it. I hated how carefree he seemed, how he seemed to move on without a second thought while I suffered in silence. And yet, despite all the anger and hurt, there was a part of me that still longed for him, the part that yearned for the man who had comforted me and listened to my story.

I tried to push these thoughts away, to focus on my work and my own life, but the memories always crept back in, and I felt more lost and alone than ever.

I hated how easy it was for him to just move on so quickly, moving on to the next girl like it was nothing, like I meant nothing to him.

If he really wanted to change as much as he claimed, he would’ve stayed that night, would’ve fought for me when I pushed him away. He knew I was scared, and if he truly wanted to prove he was willing to change for me, he would’ve stayed and shown me. But he didn’t, and that hurt the most.

Matt's voice broke through my thoughts, his tone teasing. “Hello? Earth to Y/N.”

I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts and looking up at him. His face reminded me of Chris, and I couldn’t help the pang of hurt and anger that came with it. But as I looked at him, I was reminded once again that they were very different people.

“Sorry, just lost in thought,” I muttered, forcing a casual tone.

Matt gave me a firm look, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re celebrating, and I don’t care if you say no. You’ve stayed in this house for way too long.”

I could see the determination in his eyes, and I knew there was no arguing with him. He didn’t know what had happened between Chris and me, nor did he know why I’d moved houses. But he was concerned about me, and he wasn’t going to let me shut myself away any longer.

I tried to protest, my voice weak. “Matt, please...”

But he cut me off before I could say anything else, his tone firm. “Nope, you’re leaving the house tonight”

I knew there was no use arguing with him, he had made up his mind, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

I sighed in resignation, realizing that I had lost this battle. I closed my laptop and pushed back from the workbench, standing up and facing Matt.

“Fine, fine,” I said, my voice tinged with annoyance. “Where would we go?”

Matt gave me a smug grin, clearly pleased that he'd gotten his way. “The club,” he said casually. “I can get us into the VIP section.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing that a night at the club with Matt was going to be more than I bargained for. But I didn't have a choice, so I just nodded reluctantly.

Matt's tone was nonchalant as he spoke, a sly smile on his face. “I’ll invite a few people,” he said, “so it won’t just be us up there. Today we celebrate you.”

I nodded again, secretly hoping that “a few people” didn’t include Chris. The thought of seeing him after six months filled me with a mixture of dread and anger.

Matt pulled out his phone, quickly typing out a few messages. He looked up at me as he spoke, his tone still nonchalant.

“I’ll be back for you later tonight,” he said. “I’ll be your designated driver for the night, so you don’t have to worry about anything.” I nodded again, knowing that I was in for a long night, for better or for worse.

Matt walked to his car and drove away, leaving me alone in my house. I sighed, knowing that there was no way out of this celebration.

I got up from my workbench and walked inside the house, closing the garage door behind me. I headed upstairs, knowing I had to get ready for the night ahead.

It was a warm night, and I wore a fitted, black bodycon dress that hugged my curves. The dress had a slit up the side, revealing a hint of skin, and the back of the dress dipped low, showing off my bare back. I paired the dress with a pair of strappy heels and a small clutch.

My hair hung loose around my shoulders, styled in soft, beachy waves, and my makeup was subtle but flawless, accentuating my features.

As I waited, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious in my outfit. It wasn’t something I typically wore, but since we were going to the club, I had to dress the part.

I heard the sound of a car approaching, and I looked up to see Matt’s car pulling up in front of my house. He got out of the car and walked up to the passenger side, opening the door for me.

I stepped towards the car, my heels clicking against the pavement. As I approached, Matt’s eyes widened, taking in my outfit. “Damn,” he muttered, a grin spreading across his face. “You look good enough to eat.”

I was taken aback by Matt’s comment, blushing slightly at his forwardness. I playfully slapped his shoulder in response, half-jokingly scolding him.

“Matt!” I exclaimed, my tone scolding but my tone laced with amusement. “You can’t just say things like that!”

Matt just chuckled in response, clearly not ashamed of his comment. “What? I’m just stating a fact,” he said, his tone unapologetic as he held the car door open for me.

“Besides,” he continued, his grin widening, “you deserve a compliment. You look great.”

I shook my head, a small smile on my face despite myself. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, still blushing slightly as I got into the car.

I settled into the passenger seat, my dress riding up a bit as I sat down, revealing more of my legs. I self-consciously pulled it down, hoping Matt hadn’t noticed.

“Careful there,” Matt said, his tone teasing as he closed the car door and walked around to the driver’s side. “Don’t want to flash anyone before we even get to the club.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he’d noticed. “Shut up,” I said, a hint of a smile on my lips.

Matt chuckled in response, the sound filling the car. “You know you like it,” he said as he pulled away from the curb, his tone still teasing.

I just rolled my eyes again, feigning annoyance, but deep down, I knew he was right. There was a part of me that enjoyed the harmless banter and flirting, even though I tried to deny it.

The car ride was mostly silent, aside from the music playing softly in the background. I watched as the city lights streaked by, my mind wandering to thoughts of what the night ahead might hold.

Matt seemed relaxed, his arm draped over the steering wheel as he drove us to the club. Every now and then, he’d glance over at me, his gaze lingering on my outfit for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. I pretended not to notice, but I couldn’t deny the small thrill that ran through me at his attention.

After a few minutes, the car pulled up outside the club. The building was lit up in neon lights, the bass from the music inside already loud enough to feel the vibrations in the car. People were lined up outside, waiting to get in, and they all seemed full of energy.

Matt opened the car door for me, offering his hand, and I took it, allowing him to guide me out of the car. We made our way up to the club entrance, and as we approached the bouncer, he recognized Matt and immediately moved out of the way without a second glance.

As we ascended the stairs to the VIP section, we heard a chorus of voices call out to us. “Congratulations!” they said, their voices filled with excitement.

We reached the top of the stairs, and I was greeted by a group of people, all of them smiling and offering their congratulations. I saw a few familiar faces, people who I knew through Matt, but most of them were strangers to me.

Matt led me to an open area, his hand gently resting on the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd. As we found a spot to sit, he sat down and pulled me close to him, keeping his arm around my waist as if to keep me close.

I leaned a little closer to Matt, lowering my voice so only he could hear me. “This was too much,” I muttered, a slight pout on my lips. “We could’ve spent it at my house, eating food and watching movies.”

Matt gave me a sidelong glance, a small smirk on his lips. “You needed to get out of that house,” he said, his tone firm.

“Besides,” he continued, “watching movies gets boring after a while. And when was the last time you really had a night out like this?”

I couldn’t deny that Matt had a point. I had been holed up in my house for far too long, drowning in my own thoughts and insecurities. Maybe a night out, surrounded by people and music, was just what I needed to clear my head.

Matt squeezed my shoulder before standing up. “I’ll go get us drinks,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile. “You stay right here, alright? Don't go anywhere.”

I nodded silently, watching as he disappeared into the crowd. I leaned back in my seat, my thoughts already beginning to wander. I tried to focus on the music, the laughter, the sound of people having a good time, but my mind kept drifting back to the one person I hoped wouldn't be here tonight.

Please, please don’t let him be here, I silently pleaded to no one in particular.

As I sat there, waiting for Matt to return, I scanned the room. My eyes moved over strangers, laughing and talking, but then I spotted him. Across the room, sitting on a couch, was Chris. He was sprawled out on the couch, a girl in his lap, laughing and talking to the people around him. The red lights cast a glow over his face, his expression unreadable from this distance.

My heart clenched at the sight of him. Of course he was here, and of course he was with a girl in his lap. What else did I expect?

I quickly averted my gaze, trying to push the sight out of my mind. But the image was burned into my memory, a cruel reminder of how easy it was for him to move on.

Matt returned a few moments later, carrying two drinks. He sat down beside me, handing me one of the glasses. I took it silently, my eyes still trained on the ground.

“Hey,” he said, his tone a little more serious as he noticed my expression. “You okay?”

I forced a smile, trying to push the sight of Chris out of my mind. “I’m fine,” I responded, my voice a little quieter than usual. I took a sip of my drink, feeling its warmth as it cascaded down my throat. “Let’s get this party started.”

The night wore on and I found myself on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of bodies. I was lost in the music, letting the rhythm take over and push all my thoughts away.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Matt sitting at our table, watching me dance. I motioned for him to join me, beckoning him with a wave of my hand.

Matt chuckled at my insistent motion, shaking his head slightly. He seemed amused by my enthusiasm, but he stayed put, watching me from his seat.

The music changed to a more seductive beat and I let the rhythm take over, my body moving in time with the beat. My hips swayed and my arms moved in smooth, fluid motions as I lost myself in the music.

Matt's eyes followed me, watching as I moved. I could feel his gaze on me, and his reaction was exactly what I wanted—I wanted him to see me, to want me, to look at me the way he was looking at me now.

I continued to dance, my movements becoming more sensual with each beat. I could see the effect it was having on Matt as his eyes darkened with desire. He leaned back in his seat, one arm draped casually over the back of the couch, watching me intently.

The music continued to pulse as I twirled and twisted, my movements growing bolder with each passing moment. I could feel the attention of others on me, but my focus was solely on Matt’s gaze. The way he was looking at me sent a thrill down my spine, making me feel more alive than I had in months.

My body swayed and moved with the music as I walked towards Matt. My hips moved with the rhythm, my steps light and seductive.

As I reached him, I straddled him, sitting down in his lap. I leaned in, my breath hot against his ear, and whispered, “Dance with me.”

Matt smirked at my suggestion, his arm wrapping possessively around my waist. “I don’t dance, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice low and smooth. “But I’m more than happy to watch you.”

I pouted, a playful expression on my face as I tried to convince him. “Please,” I pleaded, my voice soft. “Just one dance.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “Come on,” I teased, my lips close to his ear. “You can't just sit there and watch all night.”

Matt chuckled at my persistence, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. “Nice try,” he said, his tone both amused and firm. “But I told you, I don’t dance.”

I pouted again, but I wasn’t about to give up that easily. I started moving in his lap, my hips grinding against him. I could feel his body tensing beneath me as I danced, my movements slow and deliberate.

I continued to dance, swaying my hips in slow, deliberate motions. As I got up and turned around, Matt wrapped his arms around my stomach, his chest pressed against my back.

I reached up, weaving my fingers into his hair, and brought his head closer to my neck. His lips brushed against my skin as we moved together, his breath hot against my collarbone. I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder, my body still moving in time with the rhythm.

The distance between us was almost non-existent as our bodies molded together, our movements synchronized and intimate. I could feel his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and his hands tightened around my stomach as he pulled me closer.

My hands moved through Matt’s hair, pulling him closer to me as I continued to dance in his lap. But my eyes strayed for a moment, across the room, and my heart skipped a beat. There, sitting on a couch, was Chris. He was watching us, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

As I caught sight of Chris watching us, a strange feeling of satisfaction washed over me. If he could move on so easily, why shouldn’t I? And being with his brother wasn’t the most conventional way to move on, but suddenly, I didn’t care what he had to say about it.

With that thought, I closed my eyes, leaning my head back and giving Matt access to my neck. I felt his lips on my skin, warm and gentle, sending a shiver down my spine.

The drinks had definitely taken their toll, loosening my inhibitions and freeing the thoughts I’d been trying to push away. And as Matt continued to press his lips against my neck, I found that I didn’t mind this happening. In fact, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t always had a little thing for Matt.

Matt’s hands were roaming my body now, his touch leaving trails of heat wherever they went. His lips traveled from my neck to my collarbone, his tongue tasting the skin there. I could feel the heat and desire radiating off of him like a furnace, and the tension between us was almost palpable.

His hand moved down to the hem of my dress, his fingers gripping it gently to keep it in place. He knew exactly what he was doing, his touch making me shiver with anticipation. But his grip was firm, keeping the dress from accidentally sliding up and revealing too much while I continued to dance on him.

I spun around, straddling his lap and facing him. My hands moved up his chest, then around his shoulders, coming to rest around his neck. Our eyes locked, his gaze burning into me as I began to slowly grind against him, my hips moving with the music as he still held onto the hem of my dress, preventing it from creeping up.

I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at Matt, admiring the reaction he was having to me grinding on him. His grip on my dress tightened, his knuckles almost turning white, and his jaw was tense as he tried to maintain control. His breaths were coming out in short gasps, and his eyes were dark with desire, watching my every move.

It was intoxicating, the power I had over him in this moment. I could see the way he was fighting to remain cool and collected, trying to hold back, but there was no mistaking the effect I was having on him. His body was taut, his breaths ragged, and he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

The music slowed, the beat now a sultry throb, and I pressed my body against his, my lips brushing against his ear. “I want to go home,” I whispered, my voice a mere breath against his skin. I added a soft whimper, letting my need for him seep into my tone.

Matt’s body tensed further as I spoke, my words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He let out a ragged breath, his hands tightening around my waist, as if he were holding onto me for dear life. His eyes darkened even more, the desire in them intensifying as he heard the need in my voice.

My words seemed to have ignited something in Matt, his body taut and his breath ragged. He leaned closer, his mouth by my ear, and in a low, gravelly voice asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded, my eyes locking with Matt’s for a moment, then I got off his lap. He stood up quickly, grabbing my hand firmly in his. We made our way toward the exit, the cool night air hitting us like a splash of cold water as we stepped outside.

As we exited the club, I felt a brief chill run up my spine, the sensation of eyes watching me. I quickly shook it off, my focus solely on Matt beside me. Little did we know, Chris had been watching us the entire time.

Matt led me to his car, his grip on my hand firm yet gentle. He opened the passenger door for me, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the seat, the leather cool against my skin. Matt got in after me, closing the door behind him, and started the engine.

The car hummed to life, the only noise in the enclosed space being the purring of the engine. The silence between us was heavy, the tension so thick you could almost touch it. I stole a glance at Matt, his profile silhouetted by the dim light of the streetlamps outside, and the sight made my heart skip a beat.

Matt drove with one hand, the other arm resting casually on the center console. His side profile was outlined in the dim light, the sharp angles of his jaw and the slope of his nose creating a contrast that was both rugged and handsome. It was mesmerizing, the way he looked, and something about his casual confidence just made me yearn for him even more.

My hand moved instinctively, reaching for Matt's free hand. I placed his palm on my exposed thigh, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. Matt took a quick glance at what I was doing, his eyes flickering briefly downwards before returning to the road, his hand tensing slightly against my leg.

I could feel Matt’s hand on my thigh, his fingers tracing small circles against my skin. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he was holding back, waiting for me to give him some kind of signal, some kind of sign that I was sure about this. I looked over at him, the streetlights flickering across his face, and saw the tension in the way he gripped the steering wheel, the way he was restraining his own desires.

I took his hand, my fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it a little higher up my thigh. The movement was small but deliberate, an invitation that I knew he would understand. I could feel his breath hitch, the sound barely audible over the hum of the engine.

In response to my silent invitation, Matt’s hand began to move, his fingers gently massaging the inner part of my thigh. His touch was warm and firm, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the feel of my skin beneath his palm. I couldn’t help but shiver slightly, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight through me.

I let out a small, nearly inaudible moan as Matt’s hand continued to massage my thigh, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. My back arched off the seat slightly, my head lolling back as I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of his touch against my skin. It was maddening, this slow, torturous build-up, and I suddenly understood why he’d been holding back earlier.

I was so lost in the sensations, the feel of his hand on me, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his presence next to me, that I didn’t even realize that we were already parked in his driveway. The car engine cut off, bringing me back to reality, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently, his gaze hot and dark.

Matt got out of the car, quickly shutting the door behind him. He walked around the vehicle and opened my door, reaching out his hand to help me out. I took his hand, the contact sending another jolt of electricity through me, and stepped out of the car. He closed the door behind me and gently tugged on my hand, leading me toward the house. We walked in silence, hand in hand, the air between us crackling with tension.

As we stepped into his house, closing the door behind us, I couldn't help but wonder how I’d ended up here, in Matt’s house, with him, like this. But I wasn’t about to question my own actions, not when I was so wrapped up in the moment. I knew exactly what we both wanted, and I was more than ready to continue this.

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄⁷

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐀𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. I was lounging on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, when a sudden knock at the door startled me. Confused, I set my phone down and got up, walking over to the door.

I reached the door, opening it slightly to see who was there. A feeling of uneasy recognition washed over me as I saw Chris standing in the doorway, an expectant smile on his face.

I rolled my eyes and walked away from the door, already feeling annoyed by his unexpected arrival. Chris followed me in, closing the door behind him.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” he said, grabbing my wrist and stopping me in my tracks. “What’s with the sudden switch up? You were all up on me last night, what did I do, ma?”

I spun around to face him, fixing him with a serious look. “Putting your clothes on me and leaving your shit around my house is what you did,” I repeated firmly, the annoyance clear in my voice.

I crossed my arms over my chest, continuing to glare at him. “I literally got in an argument with Matt because he thought I was sleeping with you,” I added, my annoyance and defensiveness rising.

Chris looked mildly surprised at my revelation that Matt had been over. “Matt was here?” he echoed, his eyebrows raised.

I nodded, still scowling. “Yeah, he was. He wasn’t happy to see me wearing your clothes,” I retorted, the sarcasm evident in my voice.

Chris chuckled, a cocky smirk on his face. “Aw, did little Matty-boy get jealous?” he teased, clearly amused by my situation.

Chris took a step forward, his hands reaching for my waist. “Let him,” he said, his gaze locked on mine. “He’s just mad ‘cause you look better in my clothes than his, ma.”

Chris’s hands on my waist pulled me closer to him, my resolve weakening as he neared. “Stop, Chris,” I protested weakly, the proximity and his nearness making it difficult to resist him. “God, you make it so difficult…”

Chris pretended to be clueless, looking down at me with an innocent expression. “Why?” he asked, his hands still on my waist.

I let out a frustrated sigh, gathering my thoughts. “You’re a player,” I began, staring up at him. “I know I should be staying away and I know you’re nothing but trouble.”

I continued firmly, raising a finger between us. “We can’t happen,” I stated firmly, my voice determined. “And we’re never going to happen, ‘cause I’m not going to be another victim of whatever game you’re playing, Chris.”

Chris’s smirk stayed in place, not even fazed by my words. He leaned down, his face only inches away from mine.

Chris leaned down even closer, our faces almost touching. “Just remember,” he said, his voice suggestive, “you were the one who wanted to kiss me last night.”

He moved his head even closer, his breath warm against my face. “Don’t let Matt’s words get to you,” he muttered, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

I swallowed, trying to hold my ground. “Matt only wants what’s best for me,” I countered, my voice weaker than I wanted it to be.

Chris chuckled, his hands tightening their grip on my waist. “And what if what’s best for you isn’t what Matt thinks?” he asked, his lips hovering just above mine.

Chris pulled me even closer, his voice sultry and persuasive. “Maybe I’m what’s best for you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “And Matt’s just talking down on me so you’ll have this perspective of me as a horrible person. It’s true I’m far from perfect, but everyone’s got a story and reasons behind it, don’t they?”

Chris’s tone turned softer, less teasing. His hands loosened their grip on my waist, still holding me close but with a gentler touch.

“I wasn’t always like this,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving mine. “People can change you, ma. I’m not the same person I was five years ago, or even a year ago. And maybe… just maybe you can change me too.”

Chris moved his mouth from my ear down to my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “Just drop the hard act and live a little,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my sensitive flesh.

“There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun,” he continued, his voice a seductive murmur. “And I can show you a whole lot of fun, ma…”

Despite my better judgment, I found myself melting under his touches, his words both tempting and dangerous.

“Chris…” I protested weakly, my resolve weakening as his lips continued their path along my neck.

Chris’s lips continued their path down my neck, his words a husky murmur against my skin. “Matt doesn’t have to know,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry. “It’ll be our secret, ma.”

His mouth moved down my neck to just under my jawline, his kisses gentle yet persuasive.

“You’re a big girl who can choose her own decisions without someone else making them for you,” he murmured between kisses. “So decide wisely.”

As Chris continued his trail of kisses down my neck, my thoughts began to spin, a mix of desire and guilt flooding my mind. I knew that I was about to make a decision that could have serious consequences, and yet… I couldn’t bring myself to push him away.

I thought to myself, This is my decision. Whatever happens from here is on me. I own it all. Not Matt, not Chris… Me.

The realization of my own agency hit me even harder, and any last trace of resistance faded. I knew what I was about to do was risky, and there were definitely going to be consequences, but at that moment… I didn’t care.

I raised a hand, my fingers tangling gently into the soft strands of Chris’s hair. Not pulling him away, but instead holding him closer, surrendering to the moment and my own impulses.

I tilted my head slightly to the side, granting him more access to my neck. Chris chuckled against my skin, his breath hot and heavy.

“There you go,” he crooned, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “Let yourself go, ma. I’ve got you.”

His hands gripped me tighter, his mouth now trailing over my collarbone. I gasped softly, my fingers clenching his hair as my body arched against his.

My mind was reeling, caught between the heady rush of desire and the cold reality of what I was doing. But in the heat of the moment, it was difficult to think clearly.

Chris’s mouth continued kissing, the sensitive skin there responding to his every touch. His hands roamed over my sides, up my back, and down to my hips, their grip firm yet gentle.

“Don’t think,” he murmured against my skin, picking up on my internal struggle. “Just feel, ma.”

His hands moved from my hips to my chin, gently tilting my face up to meet his.

Our eyes locked for a brief moment, both of us seeming to hesitate. But then Chris leaned in, his lips descending on mine in a slow, deliberate kiss.

Fuck it felt wrong, and yet so right at the same time. I found myself melting into it, my body responding to his even as my mind screamed that this wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to hate him, to resist him, to not fall for this.

Yet here I was, returning his kiss, my body quivering under his hands as the guilt and pleasure warred within me.

Chris’s lips left mine, moving down to the opposite side of my neck. At the same time, one of his hands moved to the back of my head, his fingers tangling into my hair as he pulled my head to the side to give him better access.

The combination of his mouth on my neck and the slight sting of my hair being pulled made me gasp, a moan escaping my lips despite my best efforts to hold it in.

Chris chuckled against my skin, his free hand gripping my hip. “That’s good, ma. Let me hear you.”

He gave my hair another gentle tug, his lips continuing their path down my neck. I couldn’t help but let out another soft moan, this time louder and more desperate than the last.

As the moans escaped from my lips, a sudden realization hit me like a bucket of cold water. This wasn’t right, I couldn’t keep doing this.

“I can’t,” I gasped, pushing weakly at his chest. “I can’t, Chris. We can’t do this. I can’t…” I repeated, my voice quivered with both desire and fear.

Chris paused, his lips leaving my neck as he looked down at me with a mixture of surprise and understanding. He didn’t fight my hands as they pushed at his chest, instead taking a small step back, giving me a bit of space.

But he didn’t go far, his intense gaze never leaving mines. “Why not?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur. “Is it cause of Matt?”

My gaze held his, my voice firm despite the conflicting feelings surging within me. “No. It’s got nothing to do with Matt right now,” I answered, my hands still pressed against his chest. “This is a bad idea, and we both know it.”

Chris just watched me silently, his hands now at his sides. But his gaze was intense still, those blue eyes holding mine trapped. After a moment, he spoke, his voice a deep murmur. “Why is it a bad idea?” he asked, his tone curious and sincere. “What makes it so wrong?”

My voice grew quieter, the fear and uncertainty evident in it. “Because I don’t want to be another trophy to you,” I confessed, my words barely above a whisper. “And I don’t know where you’ll be in the morning, or who you’ll be with… and I can’t… I can’t handle that.”

Chris just looked at me, his expression unreadable. I could see the wheels turning in his head, processing my words. After a moment, he took a small step forward, closing the distance between us again.

“So you’re just going to assume the worst?” he asked quietly. “That I’ll just toss you aside like a piece of trash?”

I bit my lip, a mixture of shame, fear, and disappointment flooding through me. “Can you blame me?” I responded, my voice shaking. “You’re not exactly known for sticking around long-term, Chris. You don’t even remember half the girls you’ve slept with. How am I supposed to believe I’ll be any different?”

Chris’s gaze stayed locked on mine, his expression hardening, almost defensive. He slowly pulled back from me, his hands moving to his pockets.

He was quiet for a moment, before a bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re just always gonna see the bad side of me, huh?” he muttered, his tone a mixture of hurt and annoyance. “You’ll never believe that I might want to change, will you?”

I felt a pang of guilt and sadness in my chest, the truth of his words stinging. “Chris, I do believe that you want to change,” I said quietly. “But you can’t blame me for being hesitant. You have a track record, and I’m sorry, but that’s not exactly easy to forget.”

He gave a harsh laugh, bitterness lacing his words. “Right, right. My track record. Always gotta bring it back to that, don’t you?” He took another step away from me, clearly hurt and frustrated by the direction this conversation was going.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “You know how I feel about people like you,” I said, my voice firm yet soft. “You did this yourself, Chris. You can’t be upset at me when I push you away, when I’m scared of being hurt.”

Chris’s expression darkened, frustration and anger mingling in his gaze. “Then stop letting fear get in the way of what you want, for once in your life,” he spat, his voice edged with annoyance. “God, you just let what Matt says get to your head too much. Don’t you have a mind of your own?”

I turned away from Chris and walked over to the coffee table, picking up his hat and jersey from it. The anger and hurt fueling me, I walked back over to him and shoved them against his chest.

“Here, take your shit and go” I said, my voice cold and hard.

His expression darkened even further as he took the hat and jersey from me, gripping them tightly in his hands.

“So that’s it, huh?” he said, his tone a mix of anger and resignation. “You’re just going to push me away again? Ignore your own feelings because you’re too scared to give in to them?”

I felt a pang in my chest as the words left my lips, but I had to do it. I had to shut him out, push him away before he had a chance to break me.

“Just go, Chris,” I said, my voice firm though the sadness was edging through. “I can’t do this right now. Just go.”

Chris just nodded in response, a bitter smile on his face. He turned and walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing heavily in the silent room.

As he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at me one last time. “You know where to find me if you want a quick fuck,” he muttered, his voice hard and bitter.

“Fuck you!” I spat, anger and hurt bubbling over. “Just leave, get the hell out of here!”

He paused, a mix of anger and hurt flickering across his features, but he said nothing else. He opened the door and was gone, his absence leaving a cold void in the room.

I felt the anger and pain wash over, the reality of what just happened crashing down on me like a tidal wave. I walked over and sank down onto the couch, burying my head in my hands and cursing myself for letting things get this way.

The silence in the room was almost deafening, the only sound being the clock ticking away the seconds in the corner. I felt a mix of emotions swirling in my chest—anger, hurt, disappointment, and guilt.

“God dammit,” I muttered to myself, clenching my fists in frustration. “What have I done?”

As I sat in the silence, the memory of last night came flooding back. The way he had listened to me, how kind and caring he'd been, even as I was telling him about the worst moment of my life.

I felt a pang of guilt as I realized that I might have been too quick to judge him, that maybe I'd let my fears and insecurities get the better of me. Maybe this time, he was telling the truth.

But the damage was already done, and now maybe Chris wanted nothing to do with me ever again.

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄⁶

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, assaulting my sensitive eyes and exacerbating the headache pounding in my skull. I groaned, rubbing my forehead as I tried to wake up properly.

As the events of the previous night slowly came back to me, I sat up, rubbing my forehead to relieve the throbbing pain.

As I sat up in bed, the haze of sleep slowly clearing from my mind, the memory of Chris being at my side the night before resurfaced. I faintly remembered him helping me change and then telling me he would sleep on the couch.

I pushed myself up from the bed, wincing slightly as the headache made itself known again. With slow, deliberate steps, I made my way downstairs.

As I reached the living room, I called out, my voice still rough with sleep. “Chris?”

I searched the living room for Chris, but he was nowhere to be found. Confused, I made my way to the kitchen. There, on the island, I found a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. Laid out neatly next to them was a note.

I picked up the note, scanning the words written on it.

Had to take off, needed to take care of something. Make sure you take the painkillers. Might be back, might not. Who knows ;)

- Chris

Following his instructions, I reached for the painkillers, popping them into my mouth and downing them with a gulp of water. As I did, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was off to take care of.

The painkillers began to take effect, dulling the throbbing in my head. I took another sip of water, sighing as the discomfort subsided.

Setting the glass down, I looked at the note again, a part of me hoping he would come back, despite his ambiguous message.

I was lost in my thoughts when the doorbell suddenly rang, jolting me back to reality. I blinked, momentarily disoriented as I snapped out of my reverie.

With a slight grimace, I made my way to the front door, bracing myself for whoever was on the other side.

As I opened the door, I was met with the sight of Matt standing there, his usual charming smile on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted me, his eyes taking in my disheveled state for a moment before returning to my face. “Rough night?”

“Honestly, yeah,” I replied, my voice still hoarse from sleep. I stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “You could say that.”

I closed the door behind him, turning to face him as he made his way further into the penthouse.

Matt stepped further into the living room, his gaze on me as he spoke. “You good after everything last night?” he asked, his tone laced with concern. His brows furrowed as he studied my appearance, undoubtedly noting the signs of a night that was less than rejuvenating.

Matt continued, leaning against the back of a chair as he spoke. “You know, with the police chase and dealing with Chris the whole night… he must have been a real pain in the ass.”

I smiled slightly at his comment, leaning against the island as I replied. “Actually, he wasn’t as bad as I thought he would be.” I paused for a moment, my mind replaying the events of the previous night. “He was… surprisingly decent.”

Matt looked around the living room, his gaze sweeping over the place before he turned back to me, his face a subtle mix of curiosity and concern.

“Did you two...you know, hook up?” he asked bluntly, his eyes searching my face for any sign of a response.

I was caught off guard by the sudden question, my eyes widening slightly. “What?” I repeated, my voice a mixture of surprise and disbelief. “No, absolutely not. Why would you even ask that?”

I looked down at the jersey I was wearing, realizing that it was indeed the one Chris had been wearing the night before. He taken it off to put it on me last night. I hadn’t even noticed when I got out of bed this morning.

I looked over at the coffee table, where Chris’s hat was still lying exactly where he had left it, confirming Matt’s observation.

I turned back to Matt, my voice a little defensive. “Matt, it’s not what it looks like, I swear. We didn’t do anything,” I insisted. “Chris helped me to bed last night. He helped me get changed for bed and he must have put me in his shirt because he probably didn’t want to go through my closet. And his hat, he probably forgot it since he slept on the couch.”

Matt listened, his expression softening as he took in my explanation. He looked at the shirt I was wearing again, then at the hat on the coffee table, before his gaze returned to me.

“So nothing happened?” he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, letting out a sigh. “Matt, you’re killing me here. Nothing happened. Nothing. At. All.” I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for doubt, as I walked over to the couch and sat down.

I sat down on the couch, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I knew that technically, something did indeed happen between Chris and me last night. We had almost kissed, almost went further. But the circumstances made it complicated, and if Matt knew about it… well, it was safer for everyone if he didn’t.

“Nothing happened, okay?” I reiterated, my voice steady despite the guilt gnawing at me.

Matt leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, his expression serious.

“It’s just I don’t want you to become like one of those girls he plays around with,” he said, his voice tinged with genuine concern. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. He’s not a good person, romantically, Y/N.”

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. I knew Matt was right. Chris was known for his womanizing ways, and I knew getting involved with him would only end in heartache. But the way he was the night before, the moments we almost shared… it made me want to believe that there was more to him than just a playboy reputation.

“I know,” I replied quietly, my voice subdued. “I know what he’s like. Trust me, I do.”

Matt nodded, a look of understanding passing on his face. He leaned forward in the chair, his eyes never leaving me.

“Just… be careful, alright?” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Just… don’t let him take advantage of you. You’re better than that, Y/N. You deserve better than that.”

I looked down at my hands, picking at a thread on the sleeve of Chris’s jersey. “I opened up to him last night,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I told him things I’ve only told you.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes distant as I continued. “It was bound to happen, so I just told him,” I said softly. “I never expected to open up to him, but in that moment, it just… happened.”

Matt was watching me intently. “Is that what you really wanted, or did he push you to?” he asked gently.

I shook my head, a mixture of emotions swirling within me. “No, he didn’t push me to do anything,” I replied, my voice steady. “It just kind of…came out. We were talking, and…I opened up to him. It was my decision, no one else’s.”

Matt nodded, seeming to accept my response. “You’re sure?” he asked, his eyes searching my face. “You felt safe with him? You felt comfortable telling him these things?”

Matt sat back, running a hand through his hair as he processed this new information. He looked at me silently for a few moments, before speaking again.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” he said, the timbre of his voice serious.

I looked up at him, my heart clenching involuntarily. His tone of voice indicated that whatever he was about to ask was important.

“Of course,” I replied, bracing myself for the question.

Matt leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as his gaze met mine. “Do you trust him?” he asked, his voice low, his eyes never leaving mine.

I paused, trying to formulate my thoughts into words. The question of trust was complicated, especially when it came to Chris.

“No,” I said, my voice faltering. “But also, yeah. Kinda. It’s really complicated.” I took a deep breath, continuing. “He...he asked if it was my first time getting chased by the police, and I told him about how I used to be a street racer, and then he lit up a joint, and I had some, and then everything just... came out.”

Matt shot upright in his chair, his eyes wide in shock and concern. “You smoked?! What the fuck, Y/N?!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and agitation. “I thought you were over that bullshit. Did he force you? That son of a bitch,” he grumbled, pacing the room.

I immediately put my hands up, trying to placate Matt’s growing anger. “It was just one hit, Matt. Just a little bit. I chose to take it,” I said defensively. “He didn’t force me into it. In fact, he took it away from me when I told him about my past addiction issues.”

Matt ran a hand through his hair, a mix of worry and irritation on his face. “You told him everything?” he said, his voice strained. “Jesus, Y/N, he can’t be trusted. And you know it.”

I let out a frustrated sigh, raking my fingers through my tangled hair. “I know. I know, okay?” I replied, my voice shaky. I slumped back into the couch, the weight of Matt’s words sinking in. I knew he was right. Chris couldn’t be trusted. But even so…

“It’s just…” I protested weakly. “He was actually… different. Last night. He wasn’t the same Chris I’ve come to know.”

Matt stopped pacing and turned to look at me, his expression a mixture of understanding and concern.

“Because he got you to open up to him,” he said quietly. “It’s what he does. He weasels his way in, makes you feel like you can trust him, and then he uses it against you.”

I flinched at the harsh truth in his words, knowing deep in my gut that it was the truth. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different about Chris last night. Something that felt too real to dismiss.

“Maybe, but-” I started to protest, but Matt cut me off before I could continue.

“No buts, Y/N,” he said firmly, his voice brooking no argument. “He’s used to getting what he wants from girls, and he knows how to play them. You can’t let yourself be just another notch in his bedpost.”

I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with the fabric of the jersey as I tried to come up with a response.

“But he was actually listening,” I said, my voice pleading. “He wasn’t just pretending to listen so he could get me into bed. He actually listened and… cared.”

I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “And when he was helping me to bed, he was… respectful. Most guys like him wouldn’t even consider being respectful and would just want a quick fuck. He didn’t try anything. He was different.”

Matt listened in silence, his jaw tight as he absorbed my explanation. I could see the struggle in his expression, the war between his protective instincts and the reality of the situation.

“Y/N” he said finally, his voice quiet but firm. “Chris… he’s good at what he does. This is just the first stage. Don’t let him fool you into thinking he’s something he’s not.”

I bristled at his words, knowing deep down that he was right. But the memories of last night, of the genuine conversation and the respectful treatment, were still fresh in my mind, making it difficult to fully accept his statement.

“I know he’s good at what he does, Matt,” I said, my voice betraying a hint of defensiveness. “But you weren’t there. You didn’t see the way he was last night.”

Matt threw his hands up in frustrated agitation. “Are you even listening to yourself?!” he exclaimed, his voice rising. “You say you know, but then you’re sitting there, defending him like he actually cares. He’s played this game hundreds of times before.”

I met his gaze, my own frustration mounting. “I know he’s played this game many times before, Matt,” I snapped back. “I’m not stupid. But you’re not listening to me either. There was something different about him last night. Something genuine.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, my defensiveness flaring. “I don’t even know why you’re so upset and making it such a big deal,” I said, my voice tinged with annoyance. “I just got high and had a conversation. It’s not like I’m in love with the guy or anything.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “I opened up to him, and it was fully my choice,” I said, my voice firmer this time. “I know you care about me, Matt, and I don’t want you to think I’m being impulsive or careless. But you need to understand and trust me with my decisions, because right now it feels like you don’t trust me at all.”

Matt’s expression shifted, a flicker of hurt passing over his face at my words. But then his jaw tightened, his resolve hardening.

“I do trust you, Y/N,” he replied, his voice earnest. “But I also know Chris. And I can’t just stand by and watch you put yourself in a position to get hurt by him.”

My annoyance quickly dissolved, replaced by a wave of guilt. I knew Matt was just trying to protect me, and I couldn’t really blame him.

“I know you’re just trying to look out for me,” I said, my voice softer. “But I’m not some naïve teenager. I can handle myself around him.”

I paused, collecting myself before continuing. “And with the smoking...” I began, my voice steady. “I’m older now. I have more self control than I did at 18. And I promise you, I won’t fall back into that addiction again. I know when to stop now.”

Matt studied my face, his expression still conflicted. He wanted to believe me, I could see it in his eyes. But years of being my friend, of seeing me struggle with self-destructive behaviors, made it difficult for him to fully trust that I wouldn’t slip back into old habits.

Matt’s voice was low, his gaze never leaving my eyes. “You promise?” he asked, his words a mixture of skepticism and hope.

“I promise,” I replied, my voice firm and unwavering. I needed him to trust me, to believe that I had matured and learned from my past mistakes.

A flicker of relief passed over Matt’s face, and he gave a slight nod. “I trust you, Y/N,” he said, his voice softer now. “And no matter what decisions you make, I’ll be there for you.”

Matt’s smile then turned into a sly grin. “But just know,” he added, a hint of menace in his eyes, “I won’t hesitate to beat Chris’s ass if he tries to pull anything.”

I chuckled, relief washing over me as I pushed myself up from the couch. I walked over to Matt and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, my voice muffled against his shirt. “Thanks for looking out for me, Matt.”

He hugged me back fiercely, his arms wrapping around me in a protective embrace.

“Always, Y/N,” he said gruffly, his voice betraying the affection he had for me. “You know I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Matt pulled back slightly, looking down at me with a sheepish expression on his face.

“I’m sorry for making an argument,” he said, his voice sincere. “I just… I worry about you, alright? I never want to see you hurt, again.”

I smiled, touched by his apology. “I know, Matt,” I said, resting a hand against his chest. “And I appreciate it. I really do. But sometimes…you just need to trust me.”

He sighed, the tension slowly leaving his body. “I know,” he replied, resting his hand over mine where it was on his chest. “It’s just not always easy to do, when it comes to you, Y/N.”

“I'm gonna trust you on this. Just don't make me regret it, okay?” he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I squeezed his hand, my own smile mirroring his. “I won’t,” I assured him. “You know me. I’m not the same girl I used to be. I learned from my mistakes. Believe me, Matt, I don’t plan on making any new ones.”

The atmosphere between us was almost intimate as Matt looked down at me, a small smile on his face. His eyes were soft and warm, the tension finally lifted.

Then the moment was broken when his phone buzzed with a notification. Matt reluctantly pulled away from our embrace, checking his phone.

I stepped back as Matt checked his phone, a wave of disappointment washing over me. “You gotta go?” I asked, trying to hide the reluctance in my voice.

Matt looked up from his phone, a sigh escaping his lips. “Yeah,” he replied, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Gotta make a delivery.”

I gave him a small smile, reluctantly accepting the reality that he had to go. “Okay, see you soon then?” I said, trying to inject some positivity into my voice.

Matt nodded, his smile now tinged with a hint of regret. He didn’t want to leave either, but duty called. “Yeah, I’ll see you soon,” he said, heading towards the door. “Be careful, okay? And call me if you need anything.”

I let out a long sigh, feeling a pang of loneliness in the sudden silence. But I pushed it aside, reminding myself that I could handle a few hours alone. I’d done it before, and I could do it again. Besides, I had a lot to think about, especially after the events of the previous night.

A/N: BEEN SO BUSY THAT I CANT EVEN POST MY DRAFTS BUT IM TRYING TO BE AS ACTIVE NOW! THANK YOU ALL FOR THE BDAY WISHES I LOVE YOU ALL<3

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬’ 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, and he finds himself tangled in the sheets next to me. The early morning sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow on my peaceful face. He glances at his phone on the nightstand, checking the time before turning back to me, his lips drawn to the soft curve of my neck.

“Wake up, baby,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Happy birthday.”

I murmured sleepy sounds of protest as Chris starts peppering kisses on my neck, his warm lips trailing along my sensitive skin. I stir awake slightly, “Mmm” and “Hmmm” of pleasure escaping my lips. He smiles against my skin, enjoying the effect he's having on me.

Finally, his kisses find their way to my lips, capturing them in a slow, lazy kiss. “Morning,” he whispers between kisses.

I return the kiss, my lips still sleep-soft against his. “Mmm, good morning,” I mumble, my voice still heavy with sleep. His hands start to wander, drawing lazy patterns on my bare skin, and I can feel the heat building as his touch ignites a familiar need within me.

As our kiss breaks, Chris pulls back slightly, his gaze fixed on me with a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine. “Did you sleep well, birthday girl?” he whispers against my lips, his voice low and hoarse with desire. His thumb brushes away a strand of hair from my face, caressing my cheek with a gentle touch as he waits for my response.

I smile, feeling a warm flutter in my chest at the nickname. “I slept well,” I reply, my voice still husky with sleep. “But it’s even better now that I’m awake with you.” My hands slide up his bare chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. I press a soft kiss to his chin, my eyes meeting his with a playful glimmer.

Chris grins, his eyes darkening with desire at the feel of my hands on his chest. “You know, I’ve been thinking about your birthday all week,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “And I have something special planned for you.”

My heart quickens at his words, and I let out a soft laugh. “Oh yeah?” I ask, my fingers tracing the muscles of his back. “Care to give me a hint?”

Chris smirks, his lips lingering near my ear as he whispers, “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” His breath is warm against my skin, sending tiny shivers down my spine. His hand glides down my side, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he teases, his fingers tracing along the edge of my sleep shorts.

I let out a soft moan as his fingers tease at the edge of my shorts, my body responding to his touch. “Come on,” I grumble, my voice still raspy with sleep. “Just give me a tiny hint.”

Chris laughs, his hand stilling on my hip. “You’re not going to get me to crack that easily, birthday girl,” he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Patience, baby. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Chris lets out a reluctant sigh, his hands pausing in their exploration of my skin. “The dressers will be here soon, though,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with disappointment at the interruption. “We should get up.”

I pout slightly, not quite ready to leave the comfort of his arms. I press my face into his chest, whining softly. “Can’t we just stay in bed a bit longer?”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He responds by leaning down, his lips capturing mine in a deep, gentle kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him in closer as I let myself melt into the kiss. For a few moments, everything else fades away, and it's just the two of us, lost in each other.

Chris breaks the kiss, his lips moving slowly down to my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. I tilt my head back, my breath coming in quick gasps as he finds the spot just below my ear that drives me wild. His hands roam over my body, caressing my curves with a possessive touch that makes my head spin.

Chris murmurs against my neck, his breath tickling my skin as he speaks. “It’s so hard to decide if I should give you your surprise now,” he whispers, his hands still roaming over my body, tracing the lines of my curves. “Or later.” He pulls back slightly, his gaze locking with mine, his eyes darkened with desire. “What do you think?”

I try to focus, my mind slightly hazy as his touch sends sparks of pleasure fluttering through me. “I thought you said the dressers were coming,” I manage to choke out, my breath catching in my throat.

Chris laughs softly, his expression filled with a mix of desire and amusement. “They can wait,” he replies, his fingers slowly tracing patterns on my bare skin. “We have time.”

Without warning, he crashes his lips onto mine again, the kiss hard and insistent, full of need and desire. My heart races as I cling to him, my hands tangling in his hair as I kiss him back, desperate for more. His tongue teases at the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, and I moan softly against his mouth as I surrender to him completely.

The kiss deepens, growing more intense as his hands roam over my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. I arch into him, my body pressing against his as the need for more, for closer, washes over me. As the kiss threatens to consume me, he pulls back, breaking it with a gasp. “God, you drive me crazy,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire.

Chris grips my waist, lifting me easily onto his lap, positioning me so I’m straddling him, my knees bracketing his hips. He leans back against the headboard, pulling me closer, his hands resting on the curves of my hips. I can feel the heat of his skin against me through the thin fabric of my shorts, my bare skin pressed against his bare chest. He pulls me closer, his hands sliding up my back as his lips find mine again in a fierce kiss.

The kiss is frenzied, desperate, as if he can't get enough. His tongue dances with mine, his hands pulling my hips down, pressing me against him in a way that makes my mind go blank. I can feel the heat and hardness of him through the thin barrier of our clothes, and my body responds with a need that borders on desperation.

I slowly raise my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscles and the quickened beat of his heart under my fingertips. They come to rest on either side of his neck, holding him close as I lean down to deepen the kiss. My body molds against his as I slant my lips over his, my tongue delving into his mouth, matching the fierce tenderness of his touch.

Our noses touch as our mouths slant over each other, our kisses growing hungrier with each passing moment. We break apart briefly, our breath mingling, before coming together again, this time peppering soft, gentle kisses on each other's lips. He lets out a low moan, the sound sending a shiver down my spine as his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer.

Chris breaks the kiss, his lips moving to my jaw as he slowly trails down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in their wake. I arch my neck, giving him better access, a soft moan escaping my lips. His hands glide over my bare skin, igniting little sparks of pleasure wherever he touches.

My hands find their way to his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft, dark strands as I draw him closer, wanting more of his kisses, more of his touch. My heart races, and I shiver as his lips find a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear. I tug at his hair, pulling his head back slightly, desperate for another deep, frantic kiss.

Chris looks up at me, his gaze filled with yearning and hunger. His lips are pink and swollen from our aggressive kisses, and his expression is almost feral, like a man possessed. I meet his gaze, my own eyes dark with desire, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I feel overwhelmed, yet at the same time, completely consumed by need for him.

I trace my thumb over his lips, and he lets out a small, shuddering breath as he looks at me. His gaze locks onto mine, his eyes a deep, dark blue, filled with a mixture of yearning and desire. “Let me worship you, baby,” he whispers, his voice husky and rough. “It’s your day.”

His hands slide under the hem of my tank top, pushing it up, exposing my stomach to the cool air. He mouths kisses along my neck, his lips moving lower, his touch almost reverent. He slowly rises the fabric higher, his hands guiding it over my head, casting it aside, leaving me in only my shorts.

His lips trail down to my shoulders, gently kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. My head tilts to the side, my eyes closing as I revel in the feel of his touch. He moves on to my collarbone, his tongue tracing the curve before he sucks lightly on the skin, leaving behind a small mark.

A soft moan escapes my lips, his name slipping from my mouth like a whisper. “Chris...” I breathe out, my body arching against his. My hands tangle in his hair, holding him close, desperate for more of his touch.

The friction between us, our bodies separated by only the thin fabric of our lower clothes, sends a wave of heat through me. I shift slightly, adjusting my position on his lap, and a low moan escapes his lips as I press against him, feeling his reaction to me.

Chris's lips trail lower, leaving a scorching path from my collarbone down to the swell of my breasts. He pauses briefly, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, before capturing one of my nipples into his mouth.

He sucks gently at first, his tongue swirling around the hard peak, making me arch my back and let out a soft whimper. As he nurses from my breast, his other hand reaches up to play with the other one, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud.

A breathy moan escapes my lips as Chris’s talented mouth and hands work in tandem to drive me wild with desire. I bury my fingers in his hair, holding him close to my chest as I grind my hips against his, seeking more friction.

Chris looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his pupils dilated with arousal. As he continues to suck and tease my breasts, his free hand slowly slides down my body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts and slipping beneath the fabric.

He finds my slick heat and groans in approval, his fingers diving right in without hesitation. I gasp as he starts to rub my clit with his thumb, the other fingers curling inside me, stretching and preparing me for what's to come.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, I rock my hips against his hand, chasing the building tension. Chris’s mouth leaves my breast, and he looks up at me with a hungry gaze, his lips shiny with saliva. “Fuck, you’re so wet,”

He growls possessively, his fingers pumping faster inside me. He curls his fingers upwards, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. “Chris,” I whimper, my nails digging into his scalp.

Chris kisses and nuzzles the sensitive skin under my chin, his lips trailing up to my neck as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” he murmurs against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

His fingers increase its speed and depth, hitting that magical spot inside me with every thrust. “God, yes,” I moan softly, throwing my head back to give him better access to my neck. His lips find that spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking gently.

He sucks and nibbles at my neck, marking me as his own as his fingers work their magic inside me. “Chris, please,” I beg, my body tensing as I get closer to the edge. He can feel it, his fingers curling even more, hitting that spot perfectly.

His fingers go even deeper, hitting that spot that makes my legs shake. I try to grab his wrist, to make him stop the overstimulation. “Shit, Chris,” I curse, trying to buck away from his fingers. But he's having none of that.

My body convulses as I reach my climax, a loud scream escaping my lips. Stars burst behind my eyes, and my inner walls clench tightly around Chris's fingers. He quickly removes his hand, bringing it up to his mouth and licking my juices off his fingers.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers against my lips before claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, which only serves to turn me on even more. His free hand tangles in my hair, angling my head for a deeper kiss as he continues to praise me.

Chris slowly slides down the headboard until he’s lying completely flat on the bed, with me still straddling him. His hands reach for the waistband of my shorts, tugging gently. “Lift up, baby,” he murmurs, helping me slip them off and tossing them aside.

I reach down and grab the waistband of Chris's sweats, pulling them down his legs and off his feet. He kicks them aside, leaving him completely naked beneath me. I settle my weight back down on him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

Chris sucks in a sharp breath as he feels my slick heat grinding against his now fully erect cock. His hands grab my hips, guiding my movements as I rub myself along his length. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” he groans, tilting his head back against the pillow.

His stomach clench beneath my fingers as I run them down his body, feeling every ridge and muscle. His hips buck up to meet my downward grinding, his length sliding between my slick folds but not quite entering me yet.

I lift myself up slightly, wrapping my hand around his thick length and positioning him at my entrance. I rub the head against my wet folds, making him hiss. “Fuck,” he mutters, watching my body through half-lidded eyes.

“Take me,” he rasps, his voice lower than usual. “I’m your surprise gift.” His body relaxes beneath me, giving himself over completely. He looks almost innocent like this, vulnerable. I love seeing this side of him. I line him up again, slowly lowering myself down.

“It’s all yours,” Chris breathes out, his hands gripping my hips tighter. I smirk at his words, lowering myself even deeper. “Oh yeah?” I teased. Chris lets out a strangled whimper, his head pressing back into the pillow.

“Use me baby,” Chris murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. His body trembles beneath mine as I move my hands up his chiseled chest, up to his neck. He tilts his chin up, his lips parting as I lean down closer, hovering just above his mouth.

I tease him for a moment longer, kissing his lips softly before moving to his jaw and then his neck, sucking on his pulse point. “Please, baby,” Chris begs, his voice desperate. “I can’t take it anymore. Move, please.” I chuckle against his skin, continuing to torment him.

Chris whimpers as I continue teasing him, my lips and tongue tracing patterns on his neck while I refuse to move. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groans, his hips twitching beneath me, desperately seeking friction.

I ignore his pleas, kissing and leaving marks on his collarbone instead. “Baby, please,” he begs, his voice cracking. I whisper in his ear, “Make me.” Chris’s patience snaps, and he grabs my hips with a desperate strength, forcefully grinding my hips down onto his.

“Mhmm~” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Like that?” Chris growls, his fingers tightening possessively on my hips. He knows exactly what he’s doing, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “Yes,” I hiss out, tossing my hair back.

I lift my body up, then drop myself back down on his length. “Holy shit,” Chris hisses, watching my body move. I do it again, bouncing harder this time, taking him deep. His hands fly to my thighs, spreading them wider. “Goddamn, baby,”

I bounce up and down on him harder, my hair flying around my face. Chris’s hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging in as he tries to control my movements. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he chants, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

I reach for his hand, bringing it to my breast. “Fuck, touch me Chris. I need your hands on me,” I whimper, my pace never faltering. Chris eagerly obliges, squeezing and kneading my breast, his thumb flicking over my hardening nipple.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he groans deeply, his other hand sliding between our bodies to find my clit. I cry out as he works me in tandem—thrusting up to meet my movements while rubbing tight circles. “Ride me deeper baby. Harder,”

I arch my back, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I continue to ride him hard. I bring my hands back to his thighs, gripping them tightly as I bounce up and down on his cock. The bed creaks and groans beneath us, the sound mingling with our panting and moans.

“Mhmmm~” I moan loudly, taking him deep. “Fuck yes,” Chris growls. “You take my dick so good baby.” “Mmm~” I arch my back again, bouncing faster. “Right there,”

I lean forward, hands pressing against his chest. Chris’s eyes darken at the sight of me completely taking him. “Look at you,” he grits out, “Taking that cock so fucking perfectly.” Chris hisses, his hands flying to my waist. “Fuck, just like that baby.” He asks, thrusting upward slightly. His voice drops to a sexier tone, “You’re stretched so tight around my cock...”

I start riding him faster, my hips slamming down onto his with each thrust. Chris meets me halfway, lifting his hips off the bed to bury himself deeper inside me. Our skin slaps together loudly, mixing with our ragged breaths and moans. “Oh fuck, Chris! Yes, yes, YES!”

I arch my back sharply, gripping Chris’s chest as I ride him relentlessly. The cool Italian breeze wafts in from the open window beside us, fluttering the sheer white curtains and dancing across our fevered skin. It’s a stark contrast to the intense heat building between our bodies with each thrust.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” Chris growls, his fingers digging into my waist possessively. He lifts his hips higher to meet mine, filling me to the brim with each thrust. The headboard starts to bang against the wall rhythmically as we lose ourselves in passion.

I turn around abruptly, facing away from Chris and impaling myself back onto him. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, pulling me down onto him harder and faster. The bed creaks and groans beneath us, the headboard slamming into the wall with each thrust.

My ass slapped against his thighs loudly as I bounce up and down on his length. He spreads my cheeks apart slightly, getting an unobstructed view of himself disappearing inside me. His fingers tighten possessively on my hips, guiding my movements.

Chris slaps my ass decisively, the sharp sound ringing out alongside our moans. “Fuck, love the way this ass bounces,” he grunts, delivering another stinging slap. The sting mingles pleasurably with the intense sensations already flooding my body.

Chris palms my ass roughly, kneading them as he pulls me back harder onto his cock. The new angle has him hitting impossibly deep spots inside me, and I cry out sharply. “Oh god Chris, right there!” He obliges, thrusting up powerfully to grind against that perfect spot.

Without warning, my inner muscles clamp down tightly around Chris’s length. He must feel it because he mutters, “Shit,” just as I throw my head back and scream. My orgasm rips through me unexpectedly, my body convulsing and gushing all over his length and the bedsheets beneath us.

Chris quickly pulls out and lifts me up effortlessly. He places me gently on the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide apart. He lines up and enters me in one swift thrust, making me yelp. He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, going deeper.

He starts to pound into me mercilessly, the new position allowing him to go even deeper. The head of his cock keeps hitting my cervix, sending delicious shivers down my spine. He leans down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss, our tongues dancing and twirling together.

I moan deeply into Chris's mouth as he kisses me fervently, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs. Our tongues slide together sensually, the kiss turning sloppy and desperate. Wet sounds fill the air—the lewd slipping of skin on skin and our muffled moans melding into one.

Chris breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. Our noses brush, our hot breaths mingling between our slightly parted lips. He gazes into my eyes intensely as he continues to move inside me, the slow burn of pleasure building once more.

For a moment, we both freeze. Chris's eyes widen with a mix of amusement and annoyance. “Fuck,” he breathes out, not stopping his steady pace inside me. The knocking persists, Matt's voice calling out again. “Chris? Dude, you there?”

Chris calls out, “Yeah, Matt! One sec!” He increases his pace slightly, hitting that delicious spot deep inside me. He covers my mouth with one hand to muffle my moans. Matt continues talking outside. “You decent?”

Chris panics, looking down at me urgently. “Shh, baby, stay silent for me, okay?” He whispers quickly, his eyes wide with worry. He removes his hand from my mouth just long enough to call out, “No, um, just got out of the shower.”

“Okay, thanks Matt,” Chris responds, picking up his pace again. He knows his best friend is just outside the door, oblivious to the fact that he's balls deep inside me. Matt continues, “Alright man, see you later. They'll be there soon.”

Chris calls out to Matt through clenched teeth, trying hard to maintain his composure, “Yeah, got it. Thanks, man.” Then he whispers down to me, “Fuck, baby, you're doing so good keeping quiet...” He increases his pace slightly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me.

Chris leans down and kisses me deeply, his lips moving urgently against mine. He tries to distract me from the conversation outside and the impending arrival of the dressers. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, tasting me greedily.

I reach up and grab onto Chris's biceps tightly, my nails digging into his skin. I pull away from the kiss, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “I can’t take it anymore,” I whimper softly, my eyes pleading with him for release.

“You can take it,” Chris growls softly, his hips snapping forward. He grips my thighs tightly, pulling me down onto his length harder and faster. He swallows my soft moans with his mouth, kissing me hungrily.

I throw my head back, moaning loudly as Chris slams into me. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, my body tensing up. Chris whispers against my lips, “Atta girl, take it like the good girl you are.” His words send me over the edge.

I tangled my fingers into Chris's messy hair, pulling him down for a sloppy, messy kiss. Our bodies are pressed tightly together, his chest against my heaving breasts. Chris grips the sheets tightly, his arms shaking with the effort of holding back his own release as I come undone beneath him.

“Fuck, Chris,” I whimper against his lips, my voice trembling with need. I can feel another climax building fast, my inner walls clenching around him tightly. Chris groans into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he feels my body tensing up again.

Chris pounds into me relentlessly, his cock hammering against that sweet spot deep inside. He presses firmly on my stomach, angling his hips to hit just the right angle with every powerful thrust. “Shit, I can feel myself in you,” he grunts, his voice husky with lust.

Chris's lips find their way to my neck again, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. I wrap my arms tightly around his back, holding on for dear life as he fucks me brutally. My moans become louder, more urgent, “Chris... oh god, Chris!”

“Cum for me, baby...” Chris moans against my neck, his hips moving at a punishing pace. Every thrust press my body deeper into the sheets, causing friction against my sensitive clit. My fingernails dig into his back as he hits the perfect spot inside me, making me see stars.

“FUCK” I moan loudly, throwing my head back. He takes advantage of my exposed neck, sucking hard on the pulse point. He knows it drives me crazy. His hips snap forward harder, deeper. He hits my womb, sending waves of pleasure mixed with slight pain. “God... your big...” I moan softly, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He growls, “Too deep?”

“God no,” I gasp out, “Feels... so good... So deep... Like you're touching my womb.” Chris swallows hard, his hips moving like a jackhammer.

“You like this?” Chris growls, his hands sliding under my back to lift my hips higher, allowing him to slam into me even deeper. “You like being filled up like this?” He asks through gritted teeth, his hips stuttering as he feels my inner walls convulse around him.

“Yes! fuck yes!” I scream out, my back arching off the bed. Chris groans deep in his throat, “You're such a fucking dream. Taking my cock so well...” He grips my hips harder, “Cum with me baby... fuck!”

Chris thrusts deep and hits my cervix, making me scream loudly. “CHRIS!” My inner walls spasm around him tightly, milking his length. He swells inside me, his body stiffening. He lets out a deep growl, “Shit baby...” he throws his head back, his mouth wide open as he finally releases inside of me. My inner walls milk him for every last drop, my body convulsing uncontrollably.

As we come down from our high, I can feel the liquid pouring out of me, soaking the bedsheets beneath us. Chris tries to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he looks down at me, his body still hovering above mine, his arms shaking slightly. “Damn...”

Our bodies are slick with sweat, both of us breathing heavily. The cool breeze from the open window does little to relieve the heat between us—instead, it just creates goosebumps on our exposed skin. Chris stays positioned between my legs, not wanting to pull out just yet.

Chris looks down at me, his blue eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. His messy hair sticks to his forehead, a few strands falling into his eyes. He licks his swollen lips, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath.

“Fuck, you look so good,” I whisper, my gaze drinking in the sight of him. I reach up to tangle my fingers in his messy hair. My other hand slowly running down his arm, feeling the bracelet he would always wear. God that bracelet. I always felt a certain way when I saw it. It makes me go feral every time he would wear it. I came to realize that I’m so horny for him that even what he wears makes me go crazy.

Chris chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans closer, “How about a round four?” He murmurs teasingly. I let out an incredulous laugh, pushing weakly at his chest.

“Boy bye, you’re crazy,” I reply with a breathless giggle, my body still trembling slightly from our intense lovemaking session. “I can barely move, let alone go another round.” Despite my words, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought.

Chris chuckles softly, his warm breath fanning over my face before he leans down to press a soft and passionate kiss to my lips. The kiss is slow and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough and intense way he just fucked me. His tongue slowly slides against mine, tasting me deeply.

“Mmm...” he breaks the kiss slowly, whispering against my lips in that irresistible southern drawl of his, “Happy birthday, baby...” he ran his fingers through my hair. “Even though I just fucked you senseless, wanted to make sure I said it once more.” his lips placing soft kisses along my jawline.

He continues to pepper kisses along my jawline, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispers, “Hope you love your surprise...don’t worry this isn’t all you’re getting.” His voice is low and conspiratorial, making me curious about what else he has planned for my birthday besides the intense physical activity we just engaged in.

A/N: BIRTHDAY POST!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 🥳

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄⁵

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞, he floored it without hesitation. The car lurched forward as he stepped on the gas pedal, the tires of his car screeching against the asphalt, as he sped out of the area.

“Hold on tight,” he warned, his voice laced with excitement and determination. The chase was on.

We could hear the sound of approaching sirens in the distance. The cops were hot on our tails. Chris maneuvered the car through the city streets, taking sharp turns and speeding down narrow alleys to try and lose them.

I recognized the streets as we raced through them, adrenaline coursing through me. I yelled over the roaring engine, “Go down this street!”

Chris shot me a quick glance, slightly surprised by my demand, but he quickly focused back on the road. “Why?” he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

I could hear the sirens growing louder and closer. I had to think quick. “Just do it, please!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with urgency.

We were getting closer to the condo building, the gate coming into view. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small card, handing it to Chris. “Here, please don’t make me regret bringing you here,” I said urgently.

Chris took the card from me without a word, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He slowed down slightly as we approached the gate, and quickly swiped the card, unlocking it and allowing us entry into the garage.

The gate slowly opened, revealing the empty garage, and Chris quickly drove the car into the space. He parked the car and we both let out a breath, the tension of the chase finally lifting. The sound of the sirens faded into the distance as we sat in the quiet garage, thankful that we had managed to shake the cops.

I took a deep breath, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through me. I looked over at Chris, who seemed to be catching his breath as well. “C’mon,” I said softly, gesturing for him to follow me.

I got out of the car, the sound of my footsteps echoing against the empty garage. Chris followed suit, slipping out from behind the wheel.

I led him over to the elevator in the corner of the garage, my heart still pounding in my chest. Chris hurriedly locked his car, making sure it was secure before joining me.

As we waited for the elevator to arrive, I pressed the button for the last floor of the condo building. I could feel Chris’s gaze on me, silently questioning where we were heading.

The elevator doors slid open and we stepped inside, the cool air of the cabin providing a stark contrast to the adrenaline-filled chase we had just experienced. I pressed the button for the final floor, and the elevator began its ascent, the whirring of the mechanics the only sound between us.

As the elevator reached the last floor, the doors slid open again, revealing another door in front of us. I reached into my pocket and fished out my keys, picking out the correct key and inserting it into the keyhole.

With a quick twist and click, the lock disengaged, and I pushed the door open, gesturing for Chris to follow me inside.

The door swung open, revealing my spacious condo unit. I stepped inside, the familiar scent of home filling the air. Chris followed closely behind me, his eyes scanning the place, a mix of curiosity and surprise on his face.

I locked the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet space. I placed my keys on the counter, the metal clinking against the granite surface.

I watched as Chris took in the view of Los Angeles from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights spread out before us like a canvas, a mesmerizing sight against the night sky.

I suddenly remembered that Matt was still out there, racing in the streets. A pang of worry washed over me. “Chris, what about Matt?” I asked anxiously, my voice filled with concern. “Did they catch him? I mean, he was racing, so they must have caught him, right?”

I started pacing back and forth, unable to sit still as I worried about Matt’s safety.

Chris leaned against the back of the couch, watching me anxiously pace. He could see the worry etched upon my face, and he tried to assure me that everything was fine.

“Y/N, he’s fine,” he said calmly. “Nick always warns us a few minutes before they actually reach the scene. Matt probably fled away from the race the moment he got the word before anyone else could.”

I stopped pacing for a moment and turned to chris, my worries still gnawing at me. “How can you be so sure?” I pressed. “I mean, he hasn’t even called. What if they caught him?”

Chris pushed away from the couch, a reassuring smile on his face. “He’s my brother, I’m a hundred percent sure he got away just in time,” he repeated confidently.

Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, quickly unlocking it. He brought up his list of contacts and found Matt's name, placing the call. The dial tone sounded through the room as we anxiously waited for Matt to answer.

The dial tone seemed to go on forever as we waited for Matt to pick up the call. Finally, just as we thought it was going to go to voicemail, the line picked up. “Yeah, what’s up?” Matt’s voice came through the speaker, slightly out of breath but sounding unhurt.

I walked over to where chris was standing, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly at the sound of Matt’s voice. Chris had the phone on speaker so I could hear both ends of the conversation, and we both waited for Matt to explain what had happened.

Chris glanced at me before speaking into the phone, his voice filled with relief. “You managed to get away in time?”

On the other end, we could hear Matt's voice, slightly winded but reassuring. “Yeah, I’m at our condo right now,” he said. “Nick told me once he saw them so I managed to leave the race before anyone else could and made my way here.”

Matt's voice came through the speaker, slightly anxious and concerned. “How about you? Where are you? Oh my god, what about Y/N?”

There was a pause before he continued, his tone filled with worry. “Please tell me you took her with you. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I was supposed to take her back home. Fuck, man.”

In response to Matt’s increasing panic, Chris spoke up to calm him down. “Relax, she’s with me,” he said firmly. “We were near her condo building so we’re all safe.”

There was a brief moment of silence before we heard Matt let out a deep breath, the tension in his voice fading at the news that everyone was safe.

Chris spoke into the phone, his voice calm but firm. “Let’s just lay low for the night. The cops will forget about it in the morning.”

As they continued their conversation, I silently slipped outside onto my balcony. The cool night air engulfed me as I settled on the sofa I had out there. I buried my head in my hands, the adrenaline from the chase earlier finally catching up to me.

I sat there for a moment, trying to calm my racing thoughts and steady my breathing. The city lights glimmered below me, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just taken place below.

Inside, I could still hear the faint sound of Chris’s voice as he talked to Matt, the conversation muffled by the glass door that separated us.

After a few quiet minutes, I remained unaware of Chris’s presence until I looked up and noticed him sitting in a chair next to the sofa, separated from me by a few feet. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t heard him come out.

I glanced at him, a mix of surprise and gratitude in my eyes, appreciating the space he left between us. The last thing I needed right now was to be crowded.

Chris spoke up, his voice gentle and concerned. “You alright?”

The sound of his voice caught me off guard for a moment, but I took a deep breath and nodded in response. “Yeah, just trying to process everything that happened,” I replied, my voice a bit shaky.

Chris chuckled slightly, his tone amused but understanding. “First time experiencing this, I’m guessing?”

I shook my head, my gaze fixed on the city lights in front of me. “No, actually,” I said quietly. Chris raised an eyebrow, surprised by my response. He tilted his head slightly, silently asking for an explanation.

I answered his unspoken question, my voice filled with a hint of nostalgia and regret. “I used to be a street racer too.”

Chris looked genuinely surprised, his eyebrows slightly raised as he processed my words. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying me, curiosity and intrigue dancing in his gaze.

Chris smirked slightly, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Is this the big secret you’re keeping from me?”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “No, it’s way worse,” I admitted. “To be honest, it’s not even a secret. I don’t really like talking about my past, but I just make it feel like a big secret.”

Curiosity still flickered in Chris’s eyes as he leaned forward, more interested in learning more about my history.

Chris nodded, a realization crossing his face as he connected the dots. “Being a ex street racer explains why you own so much expensive stuff,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

I shifted slightly in my seat, a mixture of pride and embarrassment filling me. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips.

Chris couldn't resist the opportunity to tease me, it was just in his nature. However, for once, he was making me smile instead of annoyed. I almost had to wonder if I was dreaming.

He leaned forward, a curious expression on his face. “Why’d you stop?” he asked, genuinely wanting to know the reason behind my departure from street racing.

I thought to myself, the realization slowly sinking in that maybe it wasn’t so bad sharing this part of my life with him.

“Well,” I began, my voice tinged with bittersweet nostalgia. “I started college, so I couldn’t really keep street racing if I wanted to focus on school.”

Chris nodded in understanding, his expression thoughtful as he absorbed my answer. He leaned back in his chair, mulling over my words.

“That makes sense,” he responded. “Can’t blame you for putting school first. Must have been tough to give up something you loved, though.”

I shook my head, clarifying my decision. “I didn’t give up on it,” I explained. “I knew racing was still going to be an option when I entered college. I knew I was going to go back and do it again. I just wanted more knowledge on how to be better, how to fix things, to be a good mechanic.”

Chris listened intently, his gaze fixed on me as I shared my motivations behind attending college.

I continued, my determination evident in my voice. “Yeah, I know I’m good at fixing cars, but I can always do better. There’s so much to learn and improve on, and I couldn’t just be happy with where I was at. Plus, having a degree as backup never hurt anyone.”

I confessed, my voice filled with a mix of passion and sadness. “I want to open up a shop one day where I can put my skills to the test and honor my dad at the same time. He was the one who taught me everything I knew about fixing cars, and it’d be kinda like keeping his memory alive, you know?”

Chris picked up on the mention of my dad, his interest piqued. He tilted his head, silently prompting me to elaborate on the reason behind wanting to honor my dad.

Chris got up from his chair and walked over to the balcony, pulling something out of his pockets as he did so. I recognized the sound of a lighter, and soon after, the faint scent of smoke wafted through the air.

He leaned against the railing, taking a drag from the joint in his hand. “Opening up a shop sounds nice,” he commented, exhaling a plume of smoke into the night air.

Chris took another drag from the joint, the embers glowing briefly as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. He turned to me, his gaze steady and serious.

“But why honor your dad too?” he repeated, his tone cautious, aware that the question might hit a sensitive nerve. “You don't gotta answer if it’s too personal,” he added, giving me an out if I didn’t want to dive further into the reason.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of safety and comfort in Chris’s presence. Nate was right; Chris wasn’t always the annoying, playboy he appeared to be. But I couldn’t let my guard down completely.

“When I was little, my mom was never in the picture,” I began, my voice soft but steady. “She wanted a son, and when she found out she was having a girl, she was so devastated she left after a year I was born.”

Chris continued to smoke his joint, listening intently as I shared my story. The glow of the joint’s tip lit up his face slightly, the shadows casting a solemn look across his features.

“Damn,” he finally said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “That’s rough. How’d your dad handle it?”

“My dad had to raise me alone, and he was the best damn father in the world,” I said, my voice filled with a mix of admiration and sadness. “He worked two jobs to make sure I had everything I needed.”

I continued my story, speaking softly but firmly. “When he showed me his love for cars, it became clear that that’s what I wanted to do. Fix them, like he did. My dad always loved helping people with their cars, he was well-known for it,” I explained, my voice tinged with both pride and nostalgia.

I paused for a moment, the memory of my father’s illness still heavy in my mind. “Everything went downhill when he was diagnosed with cancer,” I continued, my voice shaky but steadfast. “He had beaten it the first time, but the second time… the symptoms were worse.”

I took a deep breath, willing myself not to cry as I continued my tale.“When he died, it was heartbreaking,” I said, my voice cracking slightly, “but I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. I was 17 with no family, no one to fall back on. I had to earn money if I wanted to survive. And so, I started street racing.”

I chuckled softly, a hint of bittersweetness in my voice. “I mean, if I knew how to fix cars and knew how to drive, how hard was it to earn money to race?” I added, a flicker of determination igniting in my eyes.

I spoke with a mix of pride and defiance. “I was the best,” I asserted. “Well known out there. Chased by the police left and right.”

Chris exhaled a cloud of smoke, a ghost of a smile on his face, impressed by my boldness and skill despite the circumstances.

The smoke from Chris’s joint mingled with the cool night air, creating a hazy mist around us. I continued my story, my voice filled with a sense of accomplishment. “No one could beat me. No police, no rivals, no one. They all knew my name.”

Chris extended the joint towards me, silently offering me a hit. For a brief moment, I hesitated, worry creeping in that I might fall back into addiction. But I pushed it away, assuring myself that I could control it this time then took it from his hand, raising it to my lips and inhaling slowly.

I exhaled a wisp of smoke, a mix of relief and unease coursing through me. Chris then took a seat next to me on the sofa, his presence providing a comforting reassurance.

The smoke from the joint dispersed through the air, creating a lazy cloud around us. We sat there in silence for a moment, passing the joint back and forth between us, taking turns inhaling and exhaling puffs of smoke into the night.

Chris leaned back against the back of the sofa, his head lolling slightly as the effects of the weed began to take hold. He turned to me, the haze of the joint evident in his gaze.

I confessed, my voice soft as I looked at the joint in my hand. “I haven’t smoked in two years,” I admitted.

Chris raised an eyebrow, surprise briefly crossing his face. “Really? Why’d you stop?” he asked, his tone curious.

I confessed, my voice shaking slightly with the weight of the past. “I was an addict,” I admitted, my gaze fixed on the joint. “It was the only thing that numbed my pain after my dad passed and after my best friend passed away in a car accident.”

There was a beat of silence, the room bathed in the soft glow of the joint’s smoldering tip. Chris absorbed my words, a flicker of realization crossing his face as he began to understand the depth of my struggles.

He reached over and gently took the joint from me, his touch warm and tentative. “You really shouldn’t be smoking again then,” he observed, his voice laced with concern.

I let out a weary chuckle, a hint of defiance in my voice. “I get that you’re concerned, but I’m older now, Chris,” I stated, my words filled with a mix of confidence and weariness. “I can control myself."

“I was freshly 18, and me and my best friend, who I met at school, decided to go to a meet up for my birthday,” I began, my tone growing solemn as I recalled that fateful day. “It was her turn to race, and when she was racing, a car came out of nowhere and ran into her.”

My voice cracked as I continued, the memories of that night still fresh in my mind. “The guy was drinking that night and was driving a little too fast,” I added, a mixture of anger and grief in my tone. “I was heartbroken. I had lost my only friend. I grieved so hard that I was doing the worst substances and drinking so much. I gave up on street racing, finding hatred in something that was once loved because it took my best friend away.”

I took a deep breath, my voice gaining strength as I continued. “A year later, I decided I wanted to try again. Since I was in need of the money, I went back to street racing. That night, I met Matt,” I recounted, a hint of fondness in my voice. “Matt has seen me through all the worst times. That’s why I trust him so much. From the times I couldn’t put anything down, to the times I’ve OD, to the time where I was in a bad relationship. Matt was just always there.”

My voice grew softer and more introspective, a wave of emotion rippling through me as I spoke. “I tried to push him away, but he always stayed,” I confessed, my voice tinged with both gratitude and confusion. “I never understood why.”

I took a deep breath, my voice quiet but resolute.“That’s the ‘secret,’” I confessed, my gaze steady as I looked into Chris’s eyes. “I used to be an addict, and I always hated telling someone about that part of me. That's why I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t know what you'd think of me now.”

I paused, the weight of my past actions hanging heavily between us. “Plus, it felt worthless to let someone else into my life, knowing what could happen if they got up and left with my secret.”

My words hung in the air, the weight of my confession settling over us like a thick fog. Chris remained silent, his face a mask of contemplation as he digested the revelation.

The silence seemed to stretch on forever, each second feeling like an eternity as I braced myself for his response. Would he accept this part of me, despite my past? Or would he leave, just like so many before him?

Chris leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the glowing tip of the joint as he took a moment to process my confession. I could see the gears turning in his head, his expression unreadable as he pieced together the puzzle of my past.

“I had no idea,” he said, his gaze never leaving my face. “I can’t lie and say it doesn’t change how I see you, a little. But it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

A wave of relief washed over me at his words. Despite everything, he was still here, still willing to accept all of me, even the messy and ugly parts.

Chris gave a solemn nod, his gaze meeting mine with understanding. “I can’t judge the way you grieve,” he said softly. “Can’t judge you, in general, when you come from a backstory like that.”

His words were gentle, but they carried a depth of empathy that touched me deeply. It was a relief to know that he didn’t see me as a junkie or a lost cause, but rather as someone who had been through hell and back.

Chris’s voice softened further, a tone of regret in his voice. “I’m sorry for pushing you to tell me something when that something wasn’t meant to be shared,” he apologized, his eyes filled with a mixture of remorse and concern. “I should’ve never put you in that position. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Chris’s expression turned sheepish, a hint of self-awareness flickering across his face. “You just popped out of nowhere, and all I wanted to do was figure you out,” he admitted, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and contrition. “I guess I just got carried away.”

I couldn’t help but grin, a sense of ease settling over me.“Honestly, I’m glad I told you because now, you can shut up,” I joked, a teasing lilt in my voice.

Chris chuckled, a crooked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, don’t you dare make me shut up now,” he retorted, his tone playful. “I have so many more questions for you, ma.”

Chris let out a soft breath, his tone becoming gentler.“If you don’t mind, you said you were in a relationship,” he repeated, his eyes fixing on mine. “How did that go? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

I paused for a moment, collecting my thoughts before answering Chris's question.

“Horrible,” I confessed, my voice laced with a hint of bitterness. “After my dad and friend passed away, I thought it was a good idea to be with someone.”

The memory of that relationship brought a wave of regret and anger to the surface. “I found myself trapped in a toxic relationship with a controlling and verbally abusive ex-boyfriend. He preyed on my broken state, tearing me down while parading his infidelity in my face.”

I took a deep breath, my shoulders slumping slightly as I continued. “He was a master manipulator, making me believe I was worthless and powerless to leave him. Every time I thought about walking away, fear paralyzed me. Fear of what he might do or how he might retaliate. The shame of staying with someone who hurt me so deeply only added to the self-loathing I carried.”

I looked away from Chris, my gaze fixed on a random spot on the wall as I finished my story. “It was a constant cycle of pain and manipulation. He made me believe I was nothing without him, and the more he belittled me, the more dependent I became on him.”

I continued, my voice wavering slightly as I recounted the painful memories.“It was all good at first, but I knew he was cheating on me. I even saw him kissing other girls in front of me.”

My words hung in the air for a moment, the bitterness seeping through. “But I couldn’t do anything about it because if I brought it up, it would turn into an argument. He would just call me insecure and throw a whole lot of hurtful insults at me.”

The truth stung as it spilled from my lips. “He was a player,” I admitted, my voice laced with a mix of anger and resignation. “And it was so hard to realize it because he was so good at not showing it.”

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “The breakup was the worst,” I admitted, a flicker of pain in my eyes. “But I should be grateful that I got out of it.”

I paused for a moment, reflecting on the string of failed attempts at relationships since then. “I’ve hooked up with people here and there, but they all ended up being jerks, too.”

My voice turned slightly hard, my eyes fixed on Chris. “That’s why it was hard to trust you,” I explained, a hint of past pain in my words. “Because you act just like them. And trust me, I know the type of person you are because I’ve dealt with them.”

Taking a deep breath, my eyes narrowed. “You guys just want a quick fuck and leave so you can feel better about yourself, knowing you can get whoever you want.”

“It’s all about the thrill of the chase for you, isn’t it?” I accused, my eyes searching his face. “You don’t care about me, or my feelings. You’re just trying to add another notch to your belt, a quick conquest to brag about when you’re done.”

My voice cracked as the old wounds flared up again, the pain of being used and discarded seeping back into my heart.

“I’ve seen it all before,” I said, my tone more vulnerable now. “I’ve been played and fooled, used and abused. And I won’t let myself fall back into the same trap again. Not with you, not with anyone.”

I leaned back on the sofa, the weight of my confessions draining me. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, trying to regain some composure.

Chris’s gentle voice broke through the quiet, and I opened my eyes to find him looking at me with an earnest expression.

“I do care,” he said softly, his words carrying a weight of sincerity.

I turned my head slightly, my gaze meeting his as I kept my head leaned back against the sofa.

“No, you don’t,” I repeated, my voice laced with skepticism. “You say that just to say it. It’s empty words meant to soothe me and make you look better. But I’ve heard it all before, and I’m not falling for it again.”

Chris shifted on the sofa, his expression serious as he met my gaze. “I do care,” he said firmly, his voice holding a conviction that made me pause. “And I hardly ever tell anyone that I do. I'm not just saying it for the sake of saying it. I mean it.”

I shook my head, my defenses rising again. “I don’t even know why I opened up,” I said stubbornly. “I don’t need your sympathy, and I especially don't need you to feel sorry for me.”

Chris let out a soft sigh, his eyes softening as he leaned closer to me.“I’m not trying to pity you. I just… I care about you, Y/N. Can you at least believe me on that?”

My heart softened involuntarily at the earnestness in his voice, but I still stubbornly held onto my defenses.

My voice wavered slightly as I replied, my eyes locked on his. “You hardly know me,” I reiterated, a hint of doubt still lingering. “How can you care about someone you met just three days ago?”

Chris leaned forward, his eyes unwavering as he spoke softly. “It’s not just about how long we’ve known each other. There’s something about you that just… speaks to me, you know?”

He paused, searching for the right words. “Maybe I haven’t known you for very long, but in three days, you’ve made more of an impact on me than girls I’ve known for months.”

I rolled my eyes, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “Chris, you’re high,” I retorted. “Just stop. You’re saying things you don’t really mean.”

Chris chuckled, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not just saying things because I’m high. In fact, it’s kind of the opposite. When I’m high, my guard is down. I’m more honest with my feelings. And I’m being completely honest when I say I genuinely care about you, no matter how high I am.”

He studied my face for a moment before continuing. “You know, I think it’s adorable when you roll your eyes like that.”

Chris leaned in slightly, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, but I quickly suppressed it, responding jokingly.

“You’re so annoying,” I muttered, trying to maintain my aloof facade.

Chris chuckled, his hand still lingering near my face. “Oh, come on. You know you secretly love it.”

He continued his light-hearted teasing, a playful glint in his eyes. “You can roll your eyes all you want, but deep down, you appreciate my annoyingness.”

I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze defiantly. “Just so you know, I don’t trust you still,” I said firmly, my voice unwavering. “Not yet at least.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Oh yeah?” he responded with a soft whisper tone but with a challenge in his voice.

I locked eyes with him, our faces just inches apart. His hand still lingered on my cheek, warm and gentle. “Yeah,” I said quietly, my heart beating a little faster. Up close, it was harder to ignore the effect he had on me.

Chris chuckled softly, his gaze flicking down to my lips and then back up to meet my eyes.

“You can keep trying to pretend you hate me,” he murmured, his voice husky. “But your eyes are giving you away.”

His thumb lightly traced a path along my jawline, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

I swallowed, my breath catching in my throat. His touch, his proximity, the way he was looking at me, it was all sending my heart racing.

“You’re imagining things,” I managed to respond, my voice sounding more breathless than I would have liked.

Chris’s finger continued its path along my jawline, tracing over the edge of my lip. The light touch sent shivers down my spine, my breath catching in my throat again.

“Imagining things, huh?” he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine. “So you’re telling me you’re not affected at all by me being this close to you right now?”

I tried to respond, but my words died in my throat. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, making it hard to think straight.

“Well... that’s just because you’re being annoying,” I finally mumbled, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Chris chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, I’m being annoying now, am I?” He shifted slightly closer, his breath now ghosting over my lips. “And what if I do something even more annoying, ma?”

My breathing quickened, my heart hammering in my chest. I could see the smugness written all over his face, and it made me want to simultaneously push him away and pull him closer.

“You wouldn’t,” I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris leaned in, his lips mere centimeters from mine. Anticipation and excitement welled up inside me, but just as I thought he was going to close the gap, he pulled back with a sly smirk.

He stood up, strolling over to the balcony without a word. Frustration and disappointment mixed with desire within me, my eyes following his movements.

I sat there on the sofa, my heart still racing from the almost kiss. Frustration and disappointment warred with desire within me, but beneath it all was a growing fear.

I had let my guard down, allowed myself to be vulnerable in front of him. And now, as I watched him standing casually on the balcony, a part of me wondered if I had made a mistake.

The effects of the highs coursing through her system caused her voice to come out as a soft, almost pleading, whisper.

“Chris…”

His name hung in the air, an unspoken plea for his attention. He turned from the balcony, his arms resting on the railing as he glanced back at her.

“Hmm?” he responded, a question in his gaze.

I extended my hand, my finger beckoning him to come closer. Despite all the reservations and walls I had built up, I found herself yearning for him, drawn to his presence.

Maybe I had been too quick to judge him based on past experiences. Perhaps there was something about Chris that made him different. At that moment, I was willing to push aside my doubts and give in to what I wanted.

A kiss, just a kiss. What harm could it cause?

Chris smirked, sensing the shift in me. He pushed himself away from the railing and sauntered over, stopping directly in front of me. He leaned down, his face just inches away, his eyes holding a mix of mischief and desire.

“You calling me over like some sort of puppy, ma?” he teased, his voice low and sultry.

I let out a huff, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of my lips. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I retorted, trying to maintain my composure despite the fluttering in my chest.

I tugged at his jersey, pulling him closer. “Just shut up and come here.”

Chris chuckled, enjoying the way I was taking charge, despite my earlier protests. He leaned down even further, his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath against my skin.

“Bossy,” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup my chin. “I like that, ma.”

I met his gaze, the mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes causing my heart to skip a beat. Slowly, I lifted my hand, my fingers tracing a path along his chest until they reached his neck.

I caressed the sensitive skin there, my touch gentle yet firm. I could feel his pulse beating rapidly beneath my fingertips, mirroring the pounding of my own heart.

“You’re not being fair,” he breathed, his voice husky as he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of my touch.

I smiled, enjoying the way I was affecting him. I continued to explore his neck, my fingers tracing the lines of his collarbone. “Who said I was trying to be fair?”

He leaned further into my touch, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “You’re making it hard to stay composed, ma,” he whispered, his voice rough with barely concealed want.

“Is that a bad thing?” I replied, my voice soft as I continued my exploration of his neck. A small shiver ran through him as my fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the effect I was having on him.

“Maybe,” he murmured, his eyes opening to meet mine again. “But I’m not complaining.”

He leaned closer, his lips just barely brushing against the sensitive skin of my ear. “I like it when you’re in control,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Our faces were so close, and the air between us seemed charged with electricity. I was about to close the gap, to finally feel the touch of his lips against mine, when Chris spoke up.

“As much as I want this,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “You’ll regret it in the morning when you’re sober.”

The words broke through the haze of desire that had enveloped me, a sobering reminder of my current state. I swallowed, a mixture of disappointment and understanding flooding through me as I nodded slowly.

“Maybe you’re right,” I murmured, my fingers still resting on his neck. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still want it right now.”

My words came out like a whispered plea. “Don’t you want it?” I breathed, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m right here. Just take it.”

Chris’s eyes filled with want, his body tense with restraint. But he shook his head, his voice firm.

“I’m not gonna take advantage of you when you’re not yourself,” he repeated, his expression holding a mix of desire and determination. “I’m not a complete dick, ma.”

My heart clenched at his words, both frustrated and touched. I wanted him, more than anything in that moment. But he was right, and I knew it. The drugs in my system were altering my perception, making me more open and vulnerable than I would normally be. Taking advantage of that would be wrong, no matter how much I protested.

Chris’s hands were still framing my face, his eyes searching mine. “You’ll thank me for this in the morning,” he said softly, his voice filled with conviction. “I know it’s hard to think clearly right now, but trust me on this one.”

Chris took a deep breath, steeling himself. He gently released my face from his hands and stepped back, putting some distance between us.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, the desire in his eyes replaced by concern. “C’mon, ma. I’ll help you up.” He extended his hand, waiting for me to take it.

I huffed in annoyance, the frustration at the interruption to our moment mingling with the hazy state brought on by the drugs. But I knew he was right, and reluctantly, I took his hand, allowing him to help me off the sofa.

“I can walk on my own, you know,” I mumbled, my voice a bit wobbly as I leaned on him for support.

Chris chuckled softly, steadying me as we began to head towards the bedroom.

“Sure you can, ma,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “That’s why you’re leaning on me and wobbling like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time.”

Chris led me up the stairs, his arm wrapping around my waist to provide support as we went. Once we reached the top, we were already in my bedroom, the open loft layout allowing us to head straight into my bed.

He guided me over to the bed, his touch gentle yet firm. “There we go,” he said softly, letting me sit down on the edge of the bed.

I felt the mattress beneath me and slumped slightly, the exhaustion of the day and the effects of the drugs finally catching up to me. I let out a sigh, my eyelids feeling heavy as I looked up at him.

Chris knelt down in front of me, his eyes studying me with concern. “You need to get some rest,” he said softly, his voice gentle. “Can you undress yourself, or do you need help?”

I mumbled a response, my eyelids fluttering as I struggled to stay awake. “Mmm…”

“Alright, hands up,” he said softly, his eyes firmly shut. “Can’t let you sleep in that outfit, ma.”

I lifted my arms, my movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Chris carefully helped me out of my clothes, his eyes closed the entire time to respect my privacy. He gently slid the random shirt over my head and helped me put it on, his touch careful and restrained.

I fell back against the pillows, exhaustion weighing heavy on my limbs. As I lay there, I heard Chris ask, “Can I take your pants off?”

I nodded sleepily, not having the energy to protest. Chris kept his eyes firmly shut the entire time, his movements efficient and quick. He slid the remaining clothes off me before gently pulling the covers up to my waist.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand moving to brush the hair out of my face. “You good?” he asked, his voice a whisper. “You need anything else?”

Chris watched as I settled into the bed, my breathing slowly evening out. He knew I was exhausted and likely wouldn’t remember much of this in the morning.

He got up from the bed, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he spoke softly. “Get some rest,” he said, his voice quiet. “I’m gonna crash on the couch downstairs.”

With my breathing steady and soft as I slept, Chris quietly left the bedroom. He descended the stairs and made his way to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with a weary sigh.

He spread his legs apart, leaning his head back against the cushions and staring up at the ceiling. Taking his hat off and throwing it on the coffee table, running a hand through his hair, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration etched on his face.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax and get some rest himself. But his mind kept replaying the events of the night, the memory of my soft skin under his fingers, my breathy whispers still echoing in his ears.

He knew he had made the right decision in refusing to take advantage of the situation, but part of him couldn’t help regretting it.

The exhaustion and frustration from the night finally caught up to Chris. He shifted his position, getting more comfortable on the couch. With a weary sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to sleep.

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⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩, dressed and ready to go. I hopped into my car, turned the key in the ignition, and... nothing. The engine didn't even make a sound. I tried again, but still nothing.

Confused and a bit frustrated, I tried to figure out what was wrong. Everything had been working fine the night before, so what could have suddenly gone wrong?

I noticed nothing unusual that could explain the engine not starting, so I decided to check the battery levels. It didn't take long for me to determine the problem—the battery was dead. It seemed the power had drained overnight.

“Great,” I groaned, shutting the hood in frustration. “Of course, the battery decides to give out now of all times.”

I let out a frustrated huff and leaned against the hood, pulling out my phone to call Matt. I hoped he would pick up quickly since we were supposed to leave for the meetup soon.

Matt answered, his voice casual but attentive. “Hello?” I stood next to my motionless car, trying to keep my annoyance in check. “Hey Matt, listen, I’ve got a problem. My car won't start.”

A wave of disappointment washed over me, knowing that my car being out of commission meant I wouldn't be able to attend the meetup.

“I won’t be able to make it to the meet,” I confessed, a hint of disappointment laced in my voice. “My car is dead and I can’t go anywhere with it like this.”

I could hear the sound of Matt’s engine revving through the phone, and his voice filled with determination.

“Heading over there right now,” he affirmed. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I chuckled slightly, appreciating Matt’s prompt response but unable to resist a little teasing.

“Well, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” I replied, a hint of humor in my tone. “Considering my car won’t start, it’s not like I have a choice.”

Matt chuckled on the other end of the phone, clearly amused by my sarcastic remark. “Alright smart ass, just wait there.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, though a small smile tugged at my lips. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll behave,” I retorted, leaning back against my car.

“You better,” Matt responded, his tone lighthearted. “But seriously, I’ll be there soon. Sit tight.” I couldn’t help but feel a little grateful for his willingness to come help me, even though I’d have to miss the meetup.

I sat on the hood of my car, waiting patiently for Matt to arrive. A few moments later, his car pulled into the driveway, his headlights illuminating me. Matt rolled down the window and called out to me.

“C’mon, get in,” he said, beckoning me over. I started making my way towards his car, but then remembered my abandoned vehicle.

“What about my car?” I asked, gesturing towards it.

Matt gave me a reassuring smile, already anticipating my question. “After the meetup, I’ll bring you back here and we’ll jumpstart it,” he assured me. “It’s no big deal, don’t worry about it.”

I nodded, a mix of relief and gratitude flooding through me. He always knew the right thing to say to put me at ease. I walked over to the passenger side of his car, sliding into the seat and shutting the door.

Matt reached up and pressed a button on the visor. With a soft hum, the garage door began to close, sealing my car within. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern at leaving it there, but I trusted Matt to keep good on his word.

Matt pulled out of the driveway, and we made our way to the meetup spot. As we drove, the anticipation in the air was palpable. I glanced over at him, my anticipation mixing with my lingering worry about my car.

“So, where’s this meetup even happening?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Matt kept his eyes on the road as he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. “It’s happening in a parking lot near downtown,” he explained. “It’s a spot where a lot of car enthusiasts gather for meetups and races.”

I raised an eyebrow, my concern evident in my tone. “You do know downtown is more likely to have police around, right?”

Matt shrugged, unbothered by the potential presence of law enforcement. “Yeah? So what?” he replied, his confidence unwavering. “We hardly ever get caught anyway. I doubt they’ll be around tonight.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head at his nonchalant attitude. He had a point, though. They usually managed to avoid getting caught, so I tried to push the thought of potential trouble from my mind and focus on the meetup.

After a few more minutes, we arrived at the meetup location. It was a large, dimly lit parking lot lined with cars of all shapes and sizes. The place was bustling with activity, the air filled with the sound of engines revving and people chatting.

Matt drove into the crowded parking lot, and as we approached, I noticed people moving out of our way, making room for his car. Some of them seemed excited, clearly familiar with him. We eventually found a spot, and Matt parked his car. As we got out of the vehicle, a few people called out to him, slapping him on the back in greeting.

A guy with a wide grin approached Matt, extending his arm for a dap-up handshake. “Yo, Matt! You made it, man.”

Matt returned the greeting with a broad smile and gave the guy a firm handshake. “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Matt placed a hand on my shoulder and gestured at the guy beside him. “Oh, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Nathan,” he introduced me with a warm smile.

Nate gave me a friendly smile and extended his hand towards me. “You can call me Nate or Nathan, whatever you prefer, I don’t mind what you choose. Nice meeting you, Y/N” he said, his voice easygoing.

Nate leaned in closer to us, clearly excited. “Dude, you missed it,” he said to Matt. “Chris just barely went up to race.”

Matt looked surprised, his eyes narrowing. “Really?” he asked, a hint of interest in his tone. “I didn’t think he was going to be here tonight.”

I shot Matt an accusatory look, my annoyance evident. “You didn’t tell me he was here,” I stated, my voice laced with resignation.

Matt shrugged apologetically. “He told me he wasn’t,” he explained. “I’m guessing he changed his mind.”

I exhaled a frustrated breath, my shoulders slumping. I knew if Chris saw me, he would latch onto me and annoy me the whole night.

Matt picked up on my weary expression and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. “It’ll be alright,” he reassured me. “Just ignore him if he tries to bug you.”

Nate noticed my less than thrilled reaction to the mention of Chris and chuckled slightly.

“Not too fond of Chris, are you?” he asked, his tone lighthearted. “He’s truly a good dude once you know him well, I promise.”

He leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “And trust me, he’s not really like that whole player act all the time.”

My skepticism must have been evident on my face, because Nate chuckled again. “Seriously, most people get the wrong impression because he comes across as a big player,” he assured me. “But he’s actually got a decent heart underneath all that swagger. You two just need to get to know each other better.”

I wasn’t convinced, but I knew there was no point arguing with Nate. He seemed to really believe that Chris was a nice guy beneath his player persona.

I decided to nod politely and smile, not wanting to come off as rude or dismissive. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” I assured him, even though my opinion on Chris remained unchanged for now.

Nate looked at me earnestly, his expression serious. “Look, I’ve known the triplets since we all lived back in Boston,” he started. “I was a bit closer with Chris than the other two, and trust me, he has a whole backstory on why he acts the way he acts now. I’d rather have him explain it to you than me, ‘cause it’s not my place to share.”

Nate’s tone softened as he continued. “Just know he isn’t what you think he is. Deep down, he’s someone else, he just doesn’t want to show it.” He gave me a final nod, his eyes pleading for me to consider his words.

I couldn’t help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity at Nate’s insistence that there was more to Chris than what I saw on the surface. Despite my reservations, his words made me curious to see if there might be something else lurking beneath Chris’s mask.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice that Matt had left for a moment until he reappeared, carrying two cups in his hands. He handed one to Nathan, who accepted it with a grin and a nod of thanks.

Matt took a sip of his own drink, his eyes flickering over to me. He knew I didn’t drink due to my past issues, and he hadn’t gotten me a cup, which I appreciated.

The conversation continued, and my gaze wandered to the car Nate was leaning against. It was a slick-looking Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, obviously well cared for and no doubt customized to perfection.

“Is that yours?” I asked, gesturing towards the car with curiosity in my voice.

Nate followed my gaze towards his car, a proud smile spreading across his face. “Yep, that’s my baby,” he confirmed, running a hand along the smooth, black exterior. “Picked her up last year and have been working on modifying her ever since.”

Matt chimed in on the conversation, gesturing towards me with a proud grin. “Bro, if you need a good mechanic, Y/N is the best,” he said, giving my shoulder a playful nudge. “She’s got skills for days, from fixing up cars to modifying them to perfection.”

Nate’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and interest. “Wait, seriously?” he asked, looking between Matt and me with a mix of curiosity and awe. “You know your stuff with cars?”

I chuckled modestly, a little bashful at the sudden attention. “Well, I grew up around cars and since my dad was a huge car guy, I guess the passion for cars just sort of rubbed off on me,” I explained. “Plus, I’m in my last year of college for Mechanical Engineering and Entrepreneurship. I’m aspiring to own a mechanic shop someday. My way of honoring my dad’s passion and love for cars, you know?”

Nate’s eyes widened in genuine fascination. “Damn, that’s hella cool, Y/N,” he exclaimed, a look of impressed respect on his face. “Growing up around cars and then pursuing a degree in mechanical engineering, with dreams of owning a mechanic shop… that’s badass.”

Matt chimed in, pride in his voice, “Yeah, what’s even more badass is that she used to be like us, bro.” He draped his arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer as he spoke. “She was a part of the street racing scene just like us before stepping back.”

Nate’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You used to race?” he asked, his words laced with astonishment. I nodded in response. “Yeah, but I stopped after being accepted into college,” I admitted.

Matt interjected, a huge grin on his face. “But that’s not even the best part,” he said, his voice brimming with pride. “She was the best out of everyone she raced. Not only is she a damn good mechanic, but she also never lost a single race.”

I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. It felt like a lifetime ago since I had been involved in the street racing scene.

Nate looked at me intently, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Damn, I’m gonna have to see you race now,” he said, a challenge in his gaze.

I chuckled again, waving off his suggestion. “Oh, no no,” I said, a hint of regret in my voice. “I don’t think I got it in me anymore.”

Nate's eyes widened at my words, his disappointment evident. “Nah, c'mon, you can’t just drop that you were the best out of everyone and then say you don't got it in you anymore,” he protested. “We gotta see you race, even just once.”

Matt chuckled beside me, giving my shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “Nate’s got a point, y’know,” he teased, his voice light.

I chuckled softly, feeling a bit nostalgic but also a bit self-deprecating, and shook my head. “Maybe some other time,” I said. “Since my car is a bit broken down right now.”

Matt's arm remained wrapped around my shoulders, grounding me and a constant source of support. He gave me a comforting smile, sensing my mixed feelings.

Matt watched me chatting with Nate, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He could see the passion igniting in my eyes as I talked about cars and racing, the things I had loved before college had consumed all my time.

He hadn’t seen me this animated and enthusiastic in a while, and it made his heart flutter. Seeing me fall back into my old roots and talking about my love for cars and speed, he couldn’t help but be filled with a deep contentment. He was happy to see a glimpse of the old me returning.

Nate dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He handed it to me, gesturing for me to tap my number into his contacts.

“Just in case I need any help with modifications or anything,” he explained, a hopeful look in his eyes. “I’d love to have a talented mechanic like you on speed dial.”

I smiled and took the phone, quickly entered my number and handed it back to him.

We were all mid-conversation, when suddenly, the revving of an engine interrupted our talk. We all looked up in unison, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

As soon as I heard the engine, I knew exactly who it was. I could recognize that orange car from a mile away.

Chris.

The crowd around us suddenly cheered as the sound of the engine grew louder, signaling that someone had just won the race.

Nate and Matt exchanged grins, clearly impressed. “Looks like someone just won the race,” Nate said, his eyes fixated on the orange car that slowly pulled closer.

Chris stepped out of the car, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he basked in the attention from the crowd. He was immediately swarmed by people, patting him on the back and congratulating him on his victory. Some girls even leaned in close, placing kisses on his cheeks, while others thrust various items out to him, wanting his autograph.

Chris chuckled as he made his way through the crowd, accepting the money he had won for the race. As he moved, girls began to press even closer, flashing their boobs and trying their best to get his attention. One girl even tried to grab his arm, pulling him closer to her.

Chris looked up, his eyes spotting me amongst the crowd. He smiled, a bit of surprise and a hint of relief in his eyes. He began to navigate through the crowd of girls, his focus intent on reaching me. He quickly pushed past the girls who were trying to hold onto him, his attention solely on me as he made his way to where I stood.

Chris finally reached me, a smug grin on his face as he stepped closer. “Well well well,” he said, his eyes on me. “Wouldn’t expect you to be here.”

He grabbed my hand and lifted it up to his lips, placing a light kiss on my knuckles. “But I’m thrilled to see you,” he added, his voice low and intimate.

I quickly snatched my hand back from his grasp, rolling my eyes. “Stop it,” I muttered, feeling a bit flustered and annoyed. “You’re going to make people assume things.”

Chris chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. “And what would be so bad about that?” he teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I gave him a firm look, knowing damn well what people would think if he started being affectionate with me in public.

Chris chuckled, recognizing my annoyance, and stepped back, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I’m sorry, ma,” he said, his tone a mix of apologies and mischief. Matt chimed in, looking around. “Is Nick here too?” he asked.

Chris leaned his arm around my shoulder, his touch casual yet protective. “He’s on watch, just in case,” he answered.

I shifted uncomfortably under his arm, trying to maintain my composure. “Chris,” I protested, my voice a mix of annoyance and irritation. “Knock it off.”

Chris, undeterred, simply smirked and re-adjusted his arm, pulling me closer to him. “What’s the matter, ma? Don’t like it when I touch you?” he teased.

Chris continued to hold me close, his arm firmly around my shoulder. “There are a lot of scary people here,” he explained, his voice adopting a protective tone. “I’m just trying to protect you, ma.”

He looked at me, a sly smile on his face, knowing that my irritation and the presence of people around us made it harder for me to protest his actions.

Matt was getting annoyed at the show of affection Chris was putting on, and he interjected, his voice firm. “Knock it off, Chris,” he said.

Chris chuckled and finally let me go. “Alright, alright,” he relented, flashing a grin at Matt. “I’ll be back, gotta park my car.”

He gave me a wink before turning and sauntering off to his car, leaving me with Matt and Nate.

I couldn't help but watch as Chris made his way towards his car, surrounded by a throng of girls once more. Despite my annoyance with him, I couldn't deny that he looked good in his outfit—the red fitted hat, the ecko vintage hockey jersey, the black baggy pants, and white shoes. It was frustrating to admit, but I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched the girls touching him.

Nate's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, asking Matt, “You going next, Matt?”

Matt nodded in agreement, stretching his arms. “Yeah, I’m up next,” he confirmed, his eyes scanning the area. “Just need to get my head in the game.”

I looked at Matt, a tone of surprise in my voice. “You’re actually racing?” I asked, my eyes widening slightly.

Matt shrugged lightly, a casual smile on his lips. “Just for the shits and giggles,” he explained, his tone nonchalant. “I’m not planning on winning or anything, just feels good to get behind the wheel and let loose for a bit, you know?”

I was just about to respond to Matt, but Chris stepped in, his arm draping easily around Matt’s shoulder. “That’s the whole point of racing, bro,” he chimed in, his words casual yet confident. “You win them for the money, no point in racing if you ain’t gonna get something out of it, right?”

Matt gently shrugged off Chris’s arm, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. “Well, that’s YOUR meaning of racing,” he replied firmly. “Mine is to have fun, and if I win, then I win. I don’t do it just for the money, it’s about the thrill and exhilaration of the race itself.”

Matt continued, emphasizing his point. “Money is just a bonus,” he said firmly. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a race to enter.” With that, he hopped into his car and drove to the starting line, leaving us standing there, watching as he prepared himself for the race.

The car engine roared to life as Matt revved it up, making sure everything was in order. He shifted the car into gear and slowly rolled forward, making his way to the starting line. The crowd around the race track cheered and excitedly chatted amongst themselves, their eyes eagerly watching as the cars waited for the signal to start.

The tension in the air was palpable as the cars lined up, their engines revving impatiently. Matt’s car settled in its place near the front, his eyes focused on the straightaway ahead, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he prepared to take off.

The crowd's volume grew louder, sensing the imminent start of the race. A deep voice echoed through the speakers, signaling the countdown, “Three... two... one... go!” as the first car launched forward.

As the first car took off, quickly gaining speed, Matt’s car followed suit, the powerful engine propelling him forward. The other racers joined in, their engines howling as they fought for the lead.

Nate chuckled, looking at Chris. “You sure know how to piss him off, huh?” he joked, a sarcastic yet amused tone in his voice.

Chris chuckled back, unbothered by Nate's comments. “Eh, it’s all in good fun,” he said, his eyes still fixed on the race before them. “Matt knows I’m just pushing his buttons for kicks.”

I was preoccupied with scrolling through my phone, not really paying attention to my surroundings or to what the others were saying. I was so absorbed in my phone that I didn’t even notice when Nate excused himself and left the meet, heading home early.

The atmosphere felt a bit different now that Nate was gone, and I looked up from my phone to find that it was just me and Chris standing there. He was still watching the race unfold in front of us, cheering when the cars flew by.

“Where did Nate go?” I asked, puzzled by his sudden disappearance.

Chris continued watching the race, not tearing his gaze away from the cars whizzing by. “He left,” he replied casually. “Said he was calling it a night, couldn’t stay any longer.”

Chris took his eyes off the race for a moment and looked over at me, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. “Why do you ask?” he inquired, a hint of a smile on his lips.

He studied my face, trying to figure out what I was thinking. “You two close or something?” he asked, taking a step closer to me, a teasing lilt in his voice.

I could feel the annoyance building up inside me as Chris asked his question. Why did he always assume I was interested in someone every time I asked about them? I rolled my eyes, exasperated. “No, we’re not close,” I responded tersely. “I just wondering where he went, that’s all.”

Chris nodded, his smirk growing wider as he leaned closer to me. “Right,” he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He chuckled slightly, clearly enjoying how he could rile me up so easily.

Chris suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen, seeing a message from Nick : “Cops headed your way. Leave right away.”

He quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, the lighthearted expression on his face instantly replaced with a look of seriousness.

As the announcer warned everyone about the approaching cops, Chris immediately took charge. “C’mon, we gotta go,” he said urgently, his voice tense as he grabbed my wrist in a firm yet gentle grip and led me quickly to his car. The crowd around us dispersed frantically, trying to scatter and find cover before the cops arrived.

Without a moment's hesitation, he opened the car door for me and gestured for me to get in. I quickly jumped in, and he hurried around to the driver’s side.

Chris started the car, the engine roared to life, but before pulling away, he couldn't help but ask a question, a sly smile on his lips. “Now that I think about it, what made you come here?”

I didn't have time for his questions right now. “Shut up and drive!” I said firmly, my voice urgent.

Chris chuckled, still finding amusement in the situation, but he complied. “Yes ma’am.”

A/N: Sorry for the long wait for a new chapter but Nathan mentioned yay!!

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄³

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, my heart racing from the unexpected noise. It was still early morning, the sun barely peeking through the windows.

I sat up in bed, disoriented for a moment, trying to shake off the grogginess. Who on earth would be knocking so loudly at this hour?

I groaned in annoyance, still half-asleep as I swung my legs out of bed. The person outside knocked again, this time harder, and I let out an exasperated huff. “I’m coming, damn it,” I muttered under my breath.

I quickly threw on a robe over my pajamas and shuffled towards the front door, my bare feet padding against the cold hardwood floor.

I reached the door handle and pulled it open, my eyes widening in surprise. Standing on my doorstep was none other than Chris, his cocky smile and laid-back demeanor immediately recognizable.

“Morning, sunshine,” he greeted, his voice way too cheerful for this early in the morning.

I groaned at the sight of him, my voice groggy and still laced with sleep. “It’s too early for this,” I mumbled, starting to close the door in his face.

Just as the door was about to close, Chris quickly slid his foot in, stopping the door from shutting completely. He held up a paper bag, a cocky smirk on his face. “Hold on, hold on,” he said, his tone somewhat persuasive. “I brought breakfast.”

I paused, my eyes darting between the paper bag in his hand and his annoyingly charming grin. My stomach betrayed me, rumbling at the sight of food. Damn it.

With a grudging huff, I opened the door wider, gesturing for Chris to come in. “You’ve got five minutes,” I muttered, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of thinking I actually wanted his company.

Chris’s smile widened as I opened the door further, his confidence seemingly unshaken. “Five minutes it is,” he replied, casually walking past me and into the house.

As he entered my home, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of irritation at the fact that he had just invited himself in. But the enticing smell of food coming from the paper bag in his hand was hard to ignore.

I grudgingly followed Chris into the kitchen, the open layout connecting the living room and kitchen together in a seamless space.

I took a seat at the island, begrudgingly accepting the food he had brought. My stomach rumbled again, reminding me that I hadn’t even had a chance to eat breakfast yet.

Chris placed the paper bag on the counter, digging out containers filled with various breakfast items. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, pastries, and an assortment of other things that looked and smelled delicious.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” he explained, placing the containers on the counter. “So I brought a bit of everything.” He stood on the opposite side of the island, his gaze unwavering as he waited for my reaction.

I stared at the spread on the counter, my initial irritation slightly subsiding as I took in the impressive array of food. I had to admit, he sure knew how to pick a good breakfast.

“Impressive,” I commented, trying to maintain a cool facade. “Are you a regular to this whole bringing-breakfast-to-women’s-houses thing?”

He chuckled, a cocky smirk on his face. “Usually I’m gone before breakfast even crosses the minds of the girls I hook up with,” he said, his words slightly provocative. “So I’d say this is a first.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his comment, though a part of me secretly appreciated the honesty. At least he wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he was a player.

“Wow, I feel so special,” I replied sarcastically, reaching for a container of pancakes.

Chris chuckled again, seemingly unfazed by my sarcastic response. He watched as I opened the container, his gaze lingering on me for a moment. His eyes roamed over my pajama-clad form, taking in the sight of me without makeup or any effort put into my appearance.

“Gotta say,” he said, leaning against the counter. “I like this look on you. Natural and all that.”

I rolled my eyes once more, serving myself some food as I retorted back at him. “Shut up before I punch you in your throat,” I said, delivering the line so nonchalantly that it might have been a jest.

Chris merely smirked, not taking my threat too seriously. “Feisty as always,” he replied, his voice slightly amused. “Not complaining though.”

I started to dig into my food, the mix of flavors awakening my taste buds and momentarily distracting me from the unwelcome presence in my kitchen.

Chris, still leaning against the counter, watched me for a moment before asking, “So, what do you do? I mean, you’ve got this big ass house, a nice Nissan GTR in the garage, and all that. Do you come from a wealthy family or something?”

I paused, mid-bite, as he asked about my background. It was a question I usually brushed off, not keen on discussing my past with anyone, especially a guy like him.

I swallowed my mouthful of food before responding. “That’s none of your business,” I replied curtly, my tone making it clear that this was not a topic I was willing to elaborate on.

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the shut-down response. He pushed himself off the counter and took a step closer, his casual demeanor still present.

“Oh c’mon,” he coaxed, a hint of challenge in his voice. “It’s not like I’m asking you to spill your deepest darkest secrets or something. Just curious, that’s all.”

Chris took another step closer, his eyes studying me intently. It was clear that my reluctance to answer his question wasn’t going to deter him.

“What is it that you’re hiding from me?” he asked, his tone slightly more serious than before. “What is it that you so badly don’t want me to know?”

I tensed slightly as he continued to press me for answers, my guard going up. “I’m not hiding anything,” I replied, my voice a bit defensive. “I just rather not talk about it.”

Chris leaned against the counter, his gaze unwavering. “And why not?” he asked, curiosity and a hint of challenge in his tone.

I paused, my heart tightening as thoughts of my past flooded my mind. I took a deep breath, trying to push back the memories that always seemed to linger at the edge of my consciousness.

“Because it’s something I’d rather keep quiet about instead of remembering again,” I said finally, my voice strained. “My past is not something I like to revisit, okay?”

Chris’s eyes widened slightly at my response, clearly surprised by the vulnerability in my voice. He seemed to realize that he had touched a sensitive topic, but he wasn’t about to drop it that easily.

“So there is something there then,” he pressed further, his tone gentler than before. “You’re just not willing to talk about it.”

I let out a frustrated huff, knowing he wasn’t going to let this go. “Can’t you just accept that there are some things I don’t want to discuss?” I said, growing more and more irritated with his persistence.

I clenched my jaw, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over me. “Look, if your aim in coming here and bringing me breakfast was to get me to open up, let me make it crystal clear, it’s not working.”

I met his gaze evenly, my voice firm. “The only person that truly knows everything is Matt, and I intend to keep it that way, got it?”

Chris looked taken aback at my sudden shift in demeanor, his usual cocky attitude faltering slightly. He hadn’t expected such a firm response from me, my determination to keep him at bay clearly not easy to overcome.

“I understand,” he finally said, his voice somewhat subdued. He took a step back, giving me some much-needed space.

He couldn't help but add, with a sly grin, “But I’ll find out sooner or later.” Chris walked towards the front door, his confidence somewhat restored. “Enjoy your breakfast. And don’t be late for class, ma.”

As he left, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of irritation and begrudging respect at his persistence. I knew he wouldn’t give up easily, and the thought was both frustrating and intriguing.

As Chris left, I turned towards the clock on the wall, noticing how the time seemed to have vanished while I was arguing with him. With a jolt, I realized I had only a few minutes to get ready for class.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, quickly putting down my half-eaten breakfast and hurrying upstairs to get ready.

Time flew by, and before I knew it, the day was over. I was back in the garage, my laptop open in front of me as I focused on my homework.

Concentration was hard to come by, though. Every now and then, my mind would wander back to Chris and our interaction this morning. I tried to shake off the memory, but his annoying smirk kept replaying in my mind.

I was so engrossed in my work, my earphones blasting music to drown out any distractions. I didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching me from behind, too focused on the task at hand.

It was only when a hand landed on my shoulder that I jumped, startled out of my focus. I spun around, quickly pulling down my earphones.

I clutched my chest, my heart beating rapidly from being startled. I looked up to see Matt standing behind me, an amused smile on his face.

“Jesus, Matt,” I huffed, trying to catch my breath. “You scared me shitless.”

I closed my laptop and set my headphones down on top of it, a sarcastic remark springing to mind as I looked up at Matt.

“If it isn’t one triplet, it’s the other,” I joked, rolling my eyes in mock exaggeration. “How come you two always show up unannounced?”

Matt quirked an eyebrow, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “Chris has been coming by?” he echoed, seemingly unaware of his brother’s visit earlier that morning.

I got off the stool, moving towards my car and opening the hood. “Yeah,” I replied, a hint of annoyance in my voice. “He was here yesterday and showed up banging on my door this morning.” I started checking over the car’s engine, making sure everything was in order.

Matt took a seat on the other stool, under the workbench. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, his expression apologetic. “It’s my fault he’s been bothering you. He told me he needed something fixed on his car, and I obviously sent him to you since you know everything.”

Matt let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I didn’t know he was over here bothering you,” he said, a hint of irritation in his tone. “I thought he was actually serious. I swear, Chris can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

I looked up from the car engine, seeing the annoyed expression on Matt’s face. “Matt, it’s fine,” I reassured him, my tone gentle. “Don’t stress yourself out. Chris is just being his usual pain in the ass self. I can handle him.”

Matt’s expression remained slightly irritated, but his curiosity seemed to get the better of him. He looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “What was he here for yesterday if he lied about getting his car fixed?” he asked, his tone laced with a mix of annoyance and confusion.

Matt’s expression hardened, a hint of protectiveness in his eyes. “Don’t tell me he tried to get at you,” he said, his tone now more serious. He seemed to know his brother all too well, well aware of the effect he had on women.

I paused in my work, taking a moment to consider my answer. I knew Matt would want the truth, but I also didn’t want him to worry unnecessarily. “He sort of tried,” I admitted, my tone somewhat reluctant. “But I shut him down quickly.”

I closed the car hood and then leaned against it, looking over at Matt. “He came by because he wanted to get to know me since you’ve kept me a secret for the last three years,” I revealed, my voice a mix of amusement and tiredness. “Can’t say I blame him for being curious.”

I let out a small laugh, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “I mean, I would too be curious why a random girl was in my garage, working on my brother’s car,” I replied, shaking my head slightly. “But I’m not sure if that curiosity is enough to warrant unannounced visits and unwanted breakfast drops.”

I continued leaning against the car, a smirk forming on my lips. “Bringing breakfast so I’d slip and tell him my backstory,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes in mock annoyance. “He’s clever, but clearly not clever enough if he thinks that’s going to work on me.”

Matt smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes at my words. “He’s always been the smooth talker between the three of us,” he admitted, his tone a mix of annoyance and resignation. “But you’ve got him all figured out, don’t you.”

I quickly pushed away the thought of how I had scoured the internet for information on Chris, trying to play it cool. “I guess you can say that,” I agreed, shrugging slightly. “It’s easy to tell the type of person he is by the way he acts. He’s not exactly subtle about anything.”

Matt chuckled, nodding in agreement. “That’s definitely true,” he acknowledged. “Chris isn’t one to mince words or beat around the bush. He goes for what he wants, and he usually gets it.”

I raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in my expression. “So I’ve noticed,” I replied dryly. “But just because he’s used to getting what he wants doesn’t mean he’ll get it with me.”

Matt let out a bark of laughter, clearly amused by my determination. “I’ve got no doubt about that,” he said, still grinning. “You’re not exactly the type to back down without a fight.”

Matt changed the subject, seemingly eager to move on from the topic of his brother. “Enough talk about him though,” he said, his tone more playful now. “I texted you but you never answered since I’m guessing you were busy with homework, but there’s a meet tomorrow. Come along?”

“I don’t know,” I responded, leaning against the car. “I’ve got a lot of things to do.”

Matt, sensing my hesitation, didn’t back down. “Like what?” he prodded. “Homework? C’mon, Y/N. Live a little. You’re almost done with school and I know for sure you’ll graduate. Just come along. Please?”

I let out a frustrated sigh, but the temptation of going to a meet was too strong to resist, especially with Matt’s persistent persuasion.

“Fine,” I relented, a hint of resignation in my voice. “I’ll try to get everything done before tomorrow so I don’t have to worry about it.”

Matt gave me a knowing smile, hopping off the stool and walking over to me. “I knew you’d come around,” he said, his voice filled with victorious pride. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

I crossed my arms, trying to maintain a neutral expression despite my growing excitement. “I hope not,” I replied, a hint of doubt lingering in my tone.

Matt’s phone suddenly vibrated, and he checked it before looking up at me. “I gotta go,” he said, his tone hurried. “Need to drop off something.”

I raised an eyebrow, a mixture of concern and curiosity in my expression. “You’re still dealing?”

Matt walked to his car and turned around, giving me a nonchalant shrug. “Anything to make some extra cash, sweetheart,” he replied, flashing me a cocky smirk before getting in his car and driving away.

I couldn’t help but shake my head as I watched Matt drive away, a mixture of exasperation and resignation coursing through me. He always had some sort of side gig going on, whether it was dealing or something else. It wasn’t something I approved of, but I knew trying to talk him out of it would be like banging my head against a wall.

I grabbed my belongings from the workbench and pressed the button to close the garage door. Then, I walked into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. Once inside, I set my things on the desk and returned to my homework, determined to get everything done before the meetup tomorrow.

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