My first crush (COMPLETED)√

Chapter 87: Losing control

Sharon POV

I woke slowly, my body heavy, my head throbbing with the dull echo of last night. For a moment I didn't move — just breathed — letting the unfamiliar stillness settle around me.

The air smelled sterile. Clean. Sharp.

I opened my eyes and scanned the room.

White sheets. Pale walls. A monitor humming softly beside me.

Hospital?

What the hell happened last night?

Then my gaze shifted — and landed on him.

Stephen.

Sitting beside me.

Shirtless.

Heat crawled up my spine before I could stop it.
God.

He looked unfairly good — the kind of good that made rational thought pack its bags and leave. The morning light spilling through the window traced the lines of his shoulders, slid over the planes of his chest, dipped into the shadows between muscle and skin. Warm. Solid. Familiar.

Dangerous.

Why does he keep doing this to me? Making me want him more than I should... more than I'm willing to admit?

My eyes lingered longer than they had any right to.
I bit my lip, fighting a smile that tried to betray me.

I missed him.

Ridiculously.

Painfully.

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"Are you telling me you don't remember anything that happened last night?" Stephen's voice cut through my thoughts.

I blinked, forcing myself back to reality.

"I absolutely didn't forget," I said coolly, my gaze sharpening. "The universe wouldn't let me."

And just like that — the memory returned.

The club.
The lights.
Her hands on him.

My mood curdled instantly.

"Do you still need me to say what I saw?" I asked, anger simmering beneath every word.

"Sharon... I can—"

"You were enjoying yourself while she was all over you."

The room tightened with silence.

He exhaled. "Sharon... I'm sorry. It happened in the heat of the moment."

Heat.

So that was it?
Temptation walked by and he simply... followed?

I looked away, jaw tightening.

"I must be the biggest fool alive," I muttered. "But trust me — I didn't cry."

My chest burned anyway.
I forced the emotion down. Strength first. Always.

His fingers wrapped around mine.

Warm. Familiar.

"Babe... I'm sorry," he said softly. "I was angry after the breakup. I wasn't thinking. You literally threatened my existence."

A laugh almost escaped me — I swallowed it before he could notice.

I remembered saying that.

He leaned closer, drawing my face toward his.
Too close.

The space between us shrank — charged — electric.

My eyes drifted to his lips.
And stayed there.

I shouldn't.
I knew I shouldn't.

But desire doesn't listen to logic.

I bit my lip again, trying to hold back — failing spectacularly — until instinct took over and I closed the distance.

Our lips met.

Soft at first. Searching.

Then deeper — familiar heat rushing back like it had never left. My fingers curled into his shirtless shoulder as I lost myself in the moment, every buried feeling surfacing all at once.

We both knew we'd wanted this.

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Stephen POV

She wouldn't let me explain — not really.
But she didn't need an explanation. I knew that.

When she threw those words at me earlier, I deserved them. Every single one.

Still... seeing her like this — fierce, emotional, irresistible — drove me insane.

I apologized again, half knowing it wouldn't fix anything, half hoping it might soften her.

And then she kissed me.

No warning.

No hesitation.

Just raw, unstoppable connection.

I responded instantly, pulling her closer as the tension between us dissolved into something warmer... heavier. My hands traced the curve of her waist, careful yet drawn in, the world shrinking to just us and the charged silence around us.

The moment built — breath mixing, hearts racing —

Until the door opened.

We broke apart, startled.

A nurse stood there, clearing her throat.

"You've been discharged," she said, pointedly composed.

Then added,
"This is a hospital room, not a romance set."

She left before either of us could answer.

We stared at each other — stunned — then burst into quiet laughter, the tension easing into something lighter... something unfinished.

And we both knew this conversation — and everything between us — wasn't over yet.

(Music playing in the background)The middle by Zedd, Maren Morris, Grey)