Desired by All and He Threw Away 51

Taylor’s POV 

The city slides past in a blur of gold and blue each light smearing against the window until it looks like the night itself is melting.my reflection stares back at me in the glass i look distant and tired the kind of hollow that settles deep and stays. 

the papers on my lap feel wrong- too heavy like they have soaked up every unspoken thing between us.His control. My pride. The silence we’ve both been pretending isn’t there. Each page breathes with it. 

i stare down at them the neat lines of text blurring at the edges.my signature is supposed to mean progress stability visibility – every word hes ever dangled in front of me like a promise.but all i can think is how small that makes me feel. 

How cornered. 

If I sign, I stay.if i dont i vanish. 

the pen sits cold in my hand slick against my palm.i squeeze harder trying to steady the tremor in my fingers. 

the air between us thickens i can almost hear the pulse in my throat over the faint rustle of paper.i tell myself its just a formality.just ink. but my chest knows better- it feels like a leash disguised as opportunity. 

I glance up at him. He’s waiting. Still. Composed. Like he already knows how this ends. 

“This isn’t trust,” I think. “It’s business dressed up as affection.” 

a laugh breaks out before i can stop it- dry and uneven.it scrapes the air like a shard of glass.His brows twitch, just barely. 

The tip of the pen meets the page. The first line of ink snakes out, shaky but final. My throat burns as I whisper,” Fine.” The word barely escapes, but it lands like a confession. 

I look at him once more, eyes cold. “Congratulations,” I say. “You’ve bought yourself another contractee.” 

The ink glistens, still wet. It feels like something inside me just signed too. 

Aiden leans back in his seat, watching me like a chess player who’s just cornered the king. The faintest curve touches his mouth. “No one says no to me. 

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i close the folder slowly and slide it back across the console the edge scraping against the leather. ” there is a first time for everything, “i murmur, unsure if i want him to hear. 

the silence that follows doesnt feel heavy anymore.it stretches out thinner and lighter like the way air does after a storm.for a moment i think maybe i can breathe again. 

Aiden clears his throat the sound small and almost awkward. ” the movie we are seeing tonight,” he says his voice low. “I heard you like it.” 

I blink, caught off guard. “You actually remembered that?” 

He shrugs, eyes steady on the road ahead. “You mentioned it once.” 

1/2 

It shoukbo’t matter. It shoul’t feel the anything but it doe 

For the first time all night, 

sight, the words don’t so 

on their way out. They just 

comme 

We start with the movie the conv 

people usually forget to say aloud 

༦རང་ 1/ 

the rhythm between us shifts smoothing 

sting now feels like breathing space 

1* favorite scenes the kind of throwaway details 

stone’s splash the allence that ward to 

when i tease him about his so called “cult classic “he butts a laugh and shakes his head. “I was twelve when t saw it,” he says, lips curving into something unguarded, “thought it was the smartest thing ever made ” 

there is a flicker of warmth in his voice thavent heard before it Hugers as he talles about his childhood summera at his grandfather’s estate the air heavy with rain and grass 

i can almost smell it see the sunlight catching on the stone paths that stayed cool even in August he tells me how he and his brother used to sneak out to watch midnight movies candy stuffed up their sleeves running through the dark with that giddy kind of freedom only kids believe will last forever. 

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