One Temptation

Secrets No More (Chapter 67)

The photo above is what I imagine Mads looks like, though she has green eyes. I found this on Pinterest under the username trulyginnie, but I don't own the rights to it. I've been searching Pinterest for character face claims, and this is the only one I feel fits Mads. I won't be using real people for the other characters' faces, especially West—just picture him as the hottest guy you can imagine.

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Mads POV

I slammed my locker shut, letting out a breath as I started walking toward my next class. Today had been the most hectic day of the week so far, and that was saying something.

The week started off strong. 

Monday? Chef's kiss. All thanks to my boyfriend.

When the pizza and fries got there, we curled up in bed together. His hands were in my hair, my legs were tangled with his, and we were feeding each other fries like we were the only two people that existed. 

It was perfect. The best kind of start to any week.

But of course, peace doesn't last in my life. Because the second we heard the front door open, I damn near launched myself out of bed.

Look, as much as I wanted to tell my parents about West — walking in on us? Yeah, not the plan. 

And definitely not when I was half-naked in a oversized shirt, and he was wasn't even wearing one, all toned muscles and way too much temptation for a school night.

I needed to tell them properly. With words. Some kind of game plan that didn't include them catching us cuddled up looking way too cozy for two people who'd sworn they hated each other for 18 years.

And it's not like West is just any guy. They've literally known him longer than they've known me. I mean, he's older than me. They met him before I even existed. Which makes this whole thing slightly unhinged.

I had threw on some proper clothes while West did the same, and we both tried to pretend like his fingers weren't inside me that same evening. 

When we went downstairs to say hello to them, it was a bit suspicious.

Dad didn't even blink. Gave West a pat on the back, kissed my forehead, and moved on like nothing was remotely weird.

Mum, though? Different story.

She kept looking at me. Every time I got a little too close to West, she'd raise an eyebrow and give me this smug little smile. 

And then she pulled me aside at one point and asked, "So, how are those study sessions going with Kaleb?"

Subtle, Mum. Real subtle.

It was a miracle I made it through dinner. West left around 9PM, said he had to get back, and just when I thought maybe I'd get away with walking him out quietly, Mum shoved me out the door with him.

Once we were safely outside and confirmed she wasn't peeking from a window or hiding in a bush (I wouldn't even put it past her), I kissed him goodbye.

He promised he'd meet me at the front of the school the next morning. And true to his word, he was there.

Fast-forward a few days, and now Friday was hitting me like a slap in the face.

I hadn't seen him properly since Tuesday. Not really. He'd taken on extra training—something about needing to stay in shape and set an example or whatever team captain excuse he'd mumbled. 

Between that and meetings for the upcoming camp, he was barely around. A quick hello before school, maybe a hidden kiss in a hallway if we were lucky. But that was it.