Chapter 32: STASSIE

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Michal

The soft glow of the moon bathed the room in a silvery light, casting a spellbinding aura around her as she lay beside me, her beauty casting a mesmerizing spell that never failed to captivate my soul. With tender caresses and gentle kisses, I whispered sweet nothings, eliciting a musical giggle that echoed in the stillness of the night. The weight of secrecy lifted off my shoulders, replaced by a sense of liberation as the truth of our hidden relationship was finally brought into the light. Yet, amidst the exhilaration of our newfound freedom, a shadow of sorrow lingered in the recesses of Stassie's heart, a poignant reminder of the pain we had inadvertently caused.

"I know this isn't the perfect situation," I confessed softly, drawing closer to her, my gaze locked with hers in an unspoken symphony of emotions.

"But I'm thankful that we no longer have to hide us."

Beneath the sheer veil of sheets, she lay like a goddess in repose, her golden locks cascading like a waterfall of sunlight, her emerald eyes shimmering with hidden depths. I was enchanted by her ethereal beauty, lost in a dreamy reverie as I poured out my heart to her.

"I couldn't keep this secret anymore, i couldn't keep you secret. I felt you deserved more than just half dates in less occupied parts of town, or dates inside your bedroom, it felt like I was giving you less than you deserved. And you deserve so much more than that," I confessed, the weight of longing and love evident in my voice. "You deserve to be cherished openly, not hidden away in the confines of secret rendezvous."

Her delicate touch on my brow sent shivers down my spine, her voice a soft melody that resonated within the chambers of my heart. "that day at the lake still lingers in my head. It might have been secret but it is our secret and it holds a special place in my heart," she murmured, her words a balm to my restless soul.  "It's our little secret,"

As the night waned and the first hints of dawn began to peek through the curtains, the peace of our intimate moment was shattered by the ringing of the phone. Reluctantly, I answered, curing under my breath. It was 4 a.m in the morning for heaven's sake.

Answering it, Ethan's voice carried devastating news – Stassie had been in a car accident.

Shock coursed through me, a cold dread settling in the pit of my stomach as Tara's expression mirrored my own disbelief. The future suddenly seemed uncertain as we grappled with the harsh realities of life and love.

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