The train

The train

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We have been speaking for over 2 months and this was the second time we were alone without Rose. "Why are you lying, Lyra?" He asked me, his voice low. "You tense up when you're thinking hard or nervous. Your cheeks grew a light red. What are you thinking about?" I looked at him and to my surprise, his brown eyes were watching me with a tint of softness in them. "Why did you tell her, Ivan?" I asked him, feeling defeated at this point. This train ride was ending in about 45 minutes. He moved himself a little away from me and sighed. "I... I don't know, Lyra. I should have never told her let alone even kiss you." I watched his neck as he swallowed hard as if he was trying to bury something deep inside. ──────────────────✎ Join Lyra as she goes through her first year in adulthood in a new country alone with nothing but her heart guiding her.
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**

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