From Frost to Flame

Part 37-Where It Lingerd

Before starting this story i would like to say something to all of you.

I can't believe it—my story just hit 10k reads!!! 

I'm absolutely over the moon right now, especially since it's my birthday week!🎂✨
This surprise has made everything so much more special, and I'm beyond grateful for all of you! 🙌💖 Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for making this moment unforgettable! You guys are amazing! 🌟💫

When I first started writing this story, I never imagined it would be read by so many. Honestly, there were times I thought about stopping in the middle, unsure if anyone would connect with it. But here we are, and the love and support I've received from all of you have kept me going. ❤️

Hitting 10k reads during my birthday week feels like the best gift I could've asked for. 🎉🎂
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude and joy. You all have made this journey so much more special, and I can't thank you enough for believing in this story and in me. 🙏💖

Happy Reading

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The soft rustle of curtains woke Pete before the light did. Golden morning sun poured through the windows, warm and gentle, painting the room in shades of gold and honey. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the light, the unfamiliar ceiling reminding him where he was. As the quiet settled, last night came rushing back-not in words or full scenes, but in flickers. The sound of laughter. The weight of Vegas's hand. The way the air had shifted when they looked at each other.

He shifted under the blanket, catching the faint scent clinging to the collar of the shirt he wore-Vegas's shirt. The soft fabric draped over him was too big, too warm, and somehow comforting, unlike like Pete's usual soft hoodies or worn-in denim.

He was wearing Vegas's clothes.

That realization pulled a quiet smile from him, small and fleeting.

Pete smiled-small, private. Something about seeing them there, so casual, made the memory of the last night returned-how awkward and strange the game had been, how Vegas had lingered by the door before leaving him alone in this quiet room.

He pushed the covers back and moved toward the bathroom to freshen up.

Just as he stepped out in the soft robe, running a towel through his damp hair, there was a knock at the door. Porsche stood on the other side, already dressed, grinning like a kid on a holiday.

Porsche peeked in with a mischievous grin ...Good morning, sunshine," he teased!", holding out a folded pair of fresh clothes. "Thought you might want something comfy for the day. It's Sunday-we're keeping it chill.

Pete chuckled. "Thanks. I was starting to think I'd have to walk around in a towel."

Porsche laughed. "We're not that kind of household. Get dressed and come down-Khun Kinn wants us all to have breakfast together. Also..." He leaned against the doorframe, eyes narrowing playfully. "How was last night? Have fun?"

Pete flushed slightly, trying not to smile too much. "It was... interesting."

"Interesting. Mhm?" Porsche raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Well, breakfast's ready. Come join us once you're dressed. "Don't keep us waiting."

Pete nodded and said. "Thanks, Porsche."

After he left, Pete dressed in the outfit-soft black joggers and a loose, cream-colored shirt. Comfortable but surprisingly well-fitted. He ran a hand through his damp hair, gave himself one last glance in the mirror, took a deep breath, and headed toward the dining area.