Losing You

Losing You

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Mia Miller is in love with her best friend's boyfriend. Pathetically in love. She hates herself for it, hates herself for not being able to stop, but she can't. She'd hate herself more if she hurt her best friend, and him, so one stupid night she kisses Issac Michealson. Resident mystery guy, who she can't stand. Lucky for her his band needs a place to practice, and she needs a fake boyfriend. A win, win, nothing she can't handle. Or at least she thinks so. Issac Michelson is completely misunderstood, and he likes it that way. He doesn't need anyone finding out about his past or the things that hunt him. But when he sees a crying girl in the backyard of his party something in him changes. The only problem is she hates him, which he can't blame her for because he's an asshole, everyone knows that. So when she asks him for a favor, he's convinced he's just doing it for his band. A favor for a favor, nothing more. But Mia is definitely more than he bargained for, and maybe just what he needs.
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"How long are we gonna keep this up?" Romeo asks, his voice soft-too soft. I look up, and he's already watching me. Not with that cocky half-smirk he wears like armor, but with something warmer. Something that makes my chest tighten. His eyes trace my face like he's memorising it, like he's afraid to blink and lose me. "Keep what up?" I manage to say, even though we both know exactly what he means. My fingers twist in the hem of my sleeve, desperate for something to anchor me. He steps closer, close enough that I can feel the heat of him, close enough that my body wants to lean in without thinking. He doesn't touch me-he never does first-but his presence alone feels like a hand on my skin. "The whole pretending that there's nothing between us," he murmurs. "That the tension isn't there." My throat goes dry. I want to deny it, to laugh it off, to shove all of this back where it's been hiding. But his gaze is steady, unwavering, like he's already made peace with wanting me. "Rome-" I whisper, and it comes out like a plea. He shakes his head slowly, jaw clenching like he's been holding this in for too long. "I'm done fucking pretending, Lia." His voice drops, rough, honest. "When are you?" My heart kicks hard against my ribs. I feel the pull-God, I feel it. The urge to close the distance, to give in, to stop running. But loving him means changing everything. It means risking everything. And I'm terrified of what happens after. I look away, but he doesn't. He keeps staring at me like I'm something worth waiting for. Started- 3/6/25 Finished- TikTok- feverdream777777 Spotify-feverdream777

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