[BOOK2] Sequel to Tangled Hearts
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I want her.
I want her more than I've ever wanted anything.
But I can't have her. Because the moment I admit that out loud, the moment I risk everything we've built, I could lose her.
And losing Isla? That's...
{Songs of the Chapter:- Whenthe Party's Over: Billie Eilish – for Isla's feelings, Say you Won't let go:James Arthur – for Theo's feelings}
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I wake up to the warmth wrapped around me, the familiar scent of Theo filling my senses. For a moment, everything feels right—his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek, his arm draped over my waist like he's afraid to let go. It feels so natural, like this is where I'm meant to be. But then, reality slams into me, and my eyes snap open.
What the hell did we do?
My heartbeat thunders, every nerve on edge. Last night was... incredible. I'd heard rumours in school—whispers of how good Theo was, the way girls shared knowing glances. I brushed it off because he's my best friend. But now, after what happened last night, I get it. I understand far more than I probably should. My cheeks heat up as the memories flood back—his mouth on mine, his hands exploring every inch of me, the way he didn't stop until I was a trembling mess beneath him. And all he did was... eat me out.
The thought strikes me hard, and my face grows even warmer, a flush creeping up my neck. If just that could unravel me, then... My breath catches at the wild thought of what it would be like if he had gone further, if he had taken me completely. My stomach flips, heat pooling low as I imagine it for just a moment before I shake it off, pushing the thought away before it roots itself.
What is wrong with me? I never felt this untethered, this ravenous, with Jake. I never felt so raw and unguarded. But with Theo... one look, one touch, and it's like he owns every part of me I didn't even know existed.
Do I regret it? I don't know. Yes? No? Maybe?
God, what the hell am I going to do?
My heart pounds in my chest as I carefully pull away from him, the weight of last night pressing down on me. Theo's bare chest is inches from me, his skin still warm from sleep, and the memory of his mouth on mine—of what he did to me—sends a jolt through my body.
I need to get out of here.
Slipping out of bed, I grab my shorts off the floor, moving as quietly as I can. Theo stirs for a second, his arm reaching out toward me, but I freeze, waiting for him to settle again. I don't know what to say if he wakes up, don't know how to face him after what happened.
I manage to escape the room without waking him, and the second I close the door behind me, I lean against it, pressing my palm to my chest to steady my racing heart.
This is Theo. My best friend.
The thought twists painfully in my stomach. I head downstairs, my mind racing, trying to make sense of everything. We crossed a line last night—a line I told myself we could never cross. I don't know what I was thinking, or if I was even thinking at all.
The kitchen is quiet when I walk in, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows, casting a soft glow on everything. I grab a glass of water, my hands trembling slightly as I lift it to my lips, trying to calm the storm inside me.
