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74. Crystal (Clay POV)
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My body still hummed with the memory of intimacy, every cell vibrating on a frequency that only Luke and Clay seemed to tune into. I lay there on the bed, sandwiched between their solid forms, their slow breaths mimicking the cadence of my own. A sense of wonder washed over me, something like awe but more personal. Twice in four hours, it was both exhilarating and overwhelming. My body was tender to the touch, a testament to the intensity of our connections, physical and otherwise.The sensation of their skin against mine felt like home but different—like discovering a room you never knew existed in a house you'd lived in all your life. Luke, with his rugged edges, and Clay, with his polished charm, were distinct yet strangely complementary. They felt like two halves of a whole, like puzzle pieces that had been waiting for the right moment to interlock. I marveled at the architecture of their bodies. The finely sculpted planes of their muscles, the way every curve and angle aligned
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I jolted awake, my heart hammering in my chest like a frenetic drumbeat. My senses screamed that something was wrong, dangerously wrong. Almost simultaneously, Clay sat up, barely avoiding my elbow."Lexi," I said, my voice thick with dread, eyes locking onto Clay's. He mirrored my concern, his eyes wide with alarm."Something's not right," he agreed, throwing off the covers. We both leapt out of bed, throwing on shirts and jogging to search the house.Each room we burst into seemed to echo back our desperation, empty and devoid of Lexi's presence. My eyes darted from corner to corner, my lungs felt tight as if they were being squeezed by an invisible hand. I was overwhelmed by a sense of doom that was not just foreboding but visceral, a dark wave that seemed to pour over me, leaving me drenched in a cold sweat.In our frenzied hunt, I found her phone on the nightstand, her purse dumped carelessly on the chair, and her keys still hanging by the door. My heart sank lower with each disc
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My thoughts were jumbled, swirling around like leaves caught in a whirlpool. One moment, I was on the cold floor of a van, and the next, I felt myself being lifted. Arms, solid and sure, cradled me like I were fragile, and my eyes flickered open. For a brief second, I could have sworn it was Luke carrying me. The idea washed over me like a warm wave, filling me with an inexplicable sense of comfort. But then reality sank its teeth into me. Why would Luke be here? That didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. I was eased into the backseat of a car, still disoriented but becoming increasingly aware that I wasn't where I was supposed to be. The upholstery felt different beneath me—softer, more accommodating like it were trying to lull me into a false sense of security. "Luke?" The word escaped my lips as a whisper, almost a plea, as I leaned against the person beside me. Again, the sensation of familiarity washed over me. It felt like Luke, but I knew deep down that it wasn't. "You me
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I lay there, shivering in that ice-cold room for an eternity. Each passing minute drew the heat from my bones, until my entire being was reduced to a trembling mass of frigid flesh. The chilling atmosphere seeped into my soul, rendering everything else into a frozen haze. Then the door creaked open, its groan sounding like a symphony in my sensory-deprived state. My first instinct was to recoil, anticipating the return of Adam, Luke's father. But then I felt it—heat. Arms enveloped me, arms radiating warmth like a campfire in winter. For a moment, I was too overwhelmed to even care who it was. Those arms felt like a lifeline, pulling me out of an abyss of despair. As the heat soaked into me, my senses started to awaken, and I became vaguely aware that these arms were slender, and feminine. My eyes adjusted, and I turned to see Kyla lying behind me on the bed, her face stained with tears. The sight of her brought a sense of piercing clarity, like a blaze cutting through fog. I sat u
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We stormed back into the house, our collective anger a living, breathing entity. I felt it seep into the walls, heard it echo in the slam of the door behind us. Luke was a step ahead of me; he balled his fist and smashed it into the wall with a guttural roar. Plaster cracked. He turned, his eyes ablaze, and took out his fury on a table next, sending it crashing to the floor. Another swing of his fist found another wall.Inside, a war raged. I was grappling with an urge so strong it felt like a primal force, elemental in its ferocity. I wanted Adam's life; I wanted to see the light extinguish in his eyes, wanted to hear the ragged, futile gasps for breath as I choked the last remnants of life from him. I'd never considered myself a murderer, but what I felt now—this visceral need for retribution—had me questioning every moral code I'd ever followed.I glanced at Luke, who was taking deep, shuddering breaths, trying to rein in his emotions. He was at a precipice, and I knew that his fat
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