Desired by All and He Threw Away 115

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Chapter 115

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Chapter 115

Taylor POV

The second Kiera opens the door to her apartment i know i shouldnt have come here,.not because she isnt the safest person i know. Not because she isn’t going to listen. but because she is going to listen and then scream loud enough to break glass.,

her apartment smells like vanilla candles and cinnamon coffee.sunlight spills across the couch warming the soft gray cushions.it feels comfortingly normal like the chaos of this morning didnt actually exist.,

Like the internet didn’t see me practically fall into Aiden’s arms in front of–what was it?-almost forty thousand people.

Kiera takes one look at me my messy hair flushed cheeks adrenaline still buzzing under my skin and drops her mug dramatically onto the coffee table., “Talk. Now.”

I attempt a casual shrug. It feels like stretching a bandage over a hurricane. “it was just a live stream,.“her eyebrows shoot up so fast i swear they almost leave her face.“Just?”

I open my mouth. No words come out. Just static. And somehow, that’s enough for her.

She gasps like she discovered fire. “You nearly kissed him.“I wince. “We didn’t, though.“She throws her arms up. “But you could have! That’s the point!”

A pillow flies in my direction. I dodge it. Barely.

“okay,“i sigh sinking onto her couch.my heartbeat hasnt quite accepted that we are no longer on a football field.It’s pounding like we’re still live. “Maybe something happened. But it… wasn’t like that.”

Kiera folds her legs beneath her, leaning forward so intently I wonder if she’s trying to absorb my soul. ” Describe ‘wasn’t like that.‘ Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

I inhale slowly. The memory surges forward instantly. Grass. Sunlight. His hand on my waist. The way his gaze dropped to my mouth–not by accident. Not by camera instruction. Not by anything I can explain away.

“I fell,” I start.

“You fell on top of him,” she corrects.“I tripped,” I stress, heat rising in my cheeks. “And he–he caught me.”

“Oh, did he?” she asks, sounding way too invested. “Caught you with both arms, and held you, and stared into your soul, and probably whispered your name in seventeen different languages?”

I fling a pillow at her. Hard.

She lets it bounce dramatically off her shoulder. “So, we’re just… setting fire to reality today?”

“He was being nice.” My voice sounds thin, even to me. “We were live. Trying to make our fake relationship look real. People were watching. He was–protective. That’s all.”

Her expression flattens. “Sweetheart. He looks at you like you hung the moon and tried to hide it in your hoodie.”

I groan and press both hands over my face.

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She’s not done.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” she continues, indignant. “The way he steps in front of you whenever someone talks crap? Like, physically steps in front of you. The way his voice literally changes octaves when he talks to you? The way he smiles like someone carved your name into his heart with glitter?”

“that is not-“i choke warmth spilling down my neck.,

she leans forward eyes glinting.then she mimics him the stare the tilt of the head that unreadable softness that makes breathing feel optional,. She exaggerates it until it looks like she’s about to propose.

I throw another pillow.

“youre ridiculous, “i mutter but my voice wavers.

she tosses her hair over her shoulder. “you are in denial.”

i grip a cushion and stare at the floor.my stomach twists. “Or maybe I’m being realistic. He’s… Aiden. He’s kind to everyone. And we’re–it’s complicated.”

“complicated is just code for ‘i have feelings and its terrifying, ““she sings.

i pick at a loose thread on my sleeve avoiding her gaze. “he is my boss. He’s just…doing all this to fix his image.”

“Exactly!” She throws her hands up. “Protective. Gentle. Aggressively emotionally available when it comes to you.”

My chest tightens.

She softens then, voice lowering. “Taylor. He looks at you like he’s trying not to say something.”

Something inside me shifts.

—

I don’t speak for a moment. My thoughts feel too loud. The memory floods back – the feel of grass against my knees, breath mingling, his hand warm at my waist like it belonged there. That look. Not for cameras. Not for show. Something held back.

Or maybe imagined.

“that doesnt mean anything, “i whisper.

her eyes narrow like shes just been personally insulted. “You always do this. You overthink until you talk yourself out of believing what’s right in front of you.”

“That’s not-

she cuts me off scooting closer. “the only way and i mean the only way you are going to know whats real is to stop decoding every eyebrow twitch and actually…do something.”

my pulse stutters.

“Do… something?” I repeat, like the concept is foreign.

She gets up slowly, eyes lighting with mischief. “Show him what he’s trying so hard not to look at.“Before I can

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ask what that means, she disappears into her closet.clothes begin flying out like shes staging a theatrical wardrobe meltdown.

“too sweet,” she mutters tossing a floral blouse.,

“Too schoolgirl.”

“Too I–bake–cookies–and–wear–pastel.”

A thin black top lands on my head. “Definitely not. You’d look adorable. He’d probably combust. But not the right combust.”

i stare helplessly at the pile growing on the floor. “what are you doing?”

“finding the truth,” she says simply as if that makes sense,.

Then she pauses.her hand stills on something deep inside the closet.,

a slow grin spreads across her face as she pulls out a lingerie its sleek fitted bold and sexy.not overly revealing but undeniably confident.the kind of outfit that walks into a room before you do.,

she holds it up like a trophy.“This.”

I blink. “Absolutely not.”

“Absolutely yes.”

“Kiera-”

She ignores me entirely, marching forward. “That boy would crack like a dropped glass if he saw you in this.“my heart stutters.i stare at the dress.At her. Then back at the dress.It doesn’t just look like a clothes.

it looks like a decision,.

she places it in my hands deliberately not flung not tossed but with a kind of quiet ceremony like she understands the weight of this moment more than i do.

“this isnt about being sexy,” her voice is soft steady. ” its about feeling powerful.its about walking into the world as someone who isnt afraid to be… seen.”

the fabric rests against my fingers cool and impossibly light.my pulse skips.the air feels different sharper. what if i wear it and nothing changes? what if he looks at me and laughs? what if he doesnt notice at all?

what if he does?

a shiver climbs my spine settling deep in my stomach thick and restless.

Kiera crosses her arms not impatient just present. “Taylor,” she says the kind of gentle that doesnt let you hide.“ clarity doesnt always show up on its own. sometimes…you have to dress for it.”