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As soon as our lips met, I instinctively parted mine to take his tongue as it darted into my mouth. Nate lifted a hand to stroke my hair, pulling me closer, while I placed my hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. Our breaths grew ragged, and our kisses deepened, tongues probing each other hungrily. I drew in a deep breath—then pushed his head back. “Wait… wait, Nate,” I panted. He looked at me with pleading eyes. “Why…?” “You’re… turned on, aren’t you?” I blurted. He flushe
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“Break’s coming up—any plans, Ev?” Nate asked one afternoon as we studied at my place. “I’m not sure… We haven’t even started finals yet.” “They’re next week. After that, we’ll hardly see each other. Figured I’d ask now.” “You sound like you’re inviting me somewhere.” “I am. I have relatives in Phoenix, Arizona. My mom’s family is from there—and Nolan’s mother has roots there too. His grandparents are still living there. Want to go?” “Phoenix? That’s a long trip from Sea
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After returning from Santa Monica, Nate and Gigi broke up for good. Although they never said it out loud, I knew he was deeply hurt and wouldn’t get over it easily. He started coming to hang out at my apartment nearly every evening after class. Some nights, he even stayed over with me. I felt sorry for him—I knew he was lonely, and Gigi was his first love. Getting over a first heartbreak isn’t easy, especially since he had envisioned a future with her. Aside from going to class, eating
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“I was shocked. I was stunned. I never thought something like this would happen to me and I never imagined someone like Gigi could do this. But then again, maybe it’s not that weird, since we’re so far apart, right? If she meets someone better, of course she’d want to talk to him—as an option—that’s normal.” “Woah, woah, hang on, Nate—take it easy,” I said. “First, tell me exactly what happened. How do you know Gigi cheated on you? Are you even sure?” He let out a soft chuckle and then
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The next morning, after finishing my last exam, I couldn’t wait to call Noelle—I was so relieved and excited. But instead, she told me she wanted to break up. She said our schedules never aligned, and that before we became a couple we’d been just friends—and maybe that had been the best fit for us all along. It felt like lightning struck my chest. I had no idea how long she’d been thinking about this. It all seemed so sudden I could barely process it. But everything she said was true. I hadn’t g
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Besides helping me get in shape, Nate became our lifesaver once midterms rolled around—especially in math. I can’t imagine how the others and I would’ve fared without his tutoring. “After midterms,” Nate closed his notebook, “you guys are going to hit way worse stuff. This was just basic calculus—don’t lose hope, okay?” “Ughhh,” Connor flopped back and stretched. “Thanks so much, Nate,” Mike said. “We’d be screwed without you.” “Hell yeah,” said Ryan. “Meanwhile I’m still com
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We arrived last—Nate introduced me to three of his bandmates and four of his engineering friends. Since we were all freshmen, they were welcoming and easy to chat with. After a while of eating, I felt like I’d known them for years. When we’d finished and paid, Nate’s bandmates invited us to go drinking, but his two engineering buddies, Nolan and Joel, had to head back. “Those two seemed really tight,” I leaned toward Nate. “They’ve known each other forever, right?” “Yeah,” he smil
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We arrived at my dorm just after midnight because Nate first had to go back to his room and grab some clothes for tonight and tomorrow—despite my telling him he could just use mine. He insisted he didn’t want to impose, and it’d only took a minute. Then, instead of heading straight up to my room, he even took me for another late-night scooter ride around campus first. “Feeling better after that midnight cruise?” he winked as I climbed off. “Yeah—refreshed,” I smiled warily. “Let’s go i
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Time flew until finally it was the day of the intramural games—what the schedule called Freshman Day & Freshman Night. By day, I had to suit up for basketball, win each round to advance. By evening, I had to head to the student union auditorium for the King & Queen pageant. But with my calendar slammed until almost midnight and fatigue piling up from days of non-stop activity, I didn’t feel a shred of excitement or nerves for either game or pageant. All I wanted was for today to be over.
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After getting through the first two weeks of the new semester at university, I started to get used to classes, dorm life, club activities, and freshman orientation hazing. Luckily, before the semester officially began I’d spent about a month in a foundation program, so I already knew my classmates, upper-class mentors, and my major better than many who didn’t have to take the prep courses over break. Sometimes being just a little less sharp than the standard can actually give you a bit of a
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Love seeDz is a tender, slow-burn college romance about two straight boys whose friendship begins to shift and deepen in ways neither of them expected. As they spend time together—studying, helping each other through life’s challenges, and quietly growing closer—they start to feel a pull they can’t explain. The story explores what happens when friendship begins to blur into something more—something real. A story about discovering love where you never thought to look.
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The morning light filtered through the linen curtains, soft and golden. I could hear Forest giggling faintly from the living room—probably trying to bribe Dailan into letting him eat strawberries before breakfast. Again. I didn’t move from the couch just yet. From where I sat, coffee warm in hand, I could see it all: the soft toys piled in the basket, the worn copy of Goodnight Moon left open on the rug, the tiny sneakers by the door. Our home. Not just a house. Not a chapter writ
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Sunday morning was slow and golden. I’d stopped by Dailan’s condo early, bringing along Forest and a bag of groceries. His wounds were healing well, but I still didn’t want him pushing himself too soon—especially not for something like breakfast. So I took over his little kitchen, frying eggs and cutting fruit while he sat cross-legged on the couch with Forest cradled against his chest. Dailan made silly faces, whispered nonsense into Forest’s ear, and laughed every time the baby cooed
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Three days later The soreness in Dailan’s body hadn’t fully faded. The bruises were yellowing, his arm still stiff in its sling, and the cuts on his forearm were healing in jagged patches of pink. But it was his silence that concerned me more. At home, he smiled when Forest reached for him. He nodded when my dad offered to adjust his pillows. But his laughter was quieter now. Less frequent. He hadn’t said a word about his mother since the night she threw us out. So when Dad
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I brought Dailan breakfast in bed. Nothing fancy—scrambled eggs, toast, and a mug of tea. But he grinned like I’d served him a five-star brunch. "Room service, huh?" he said, shifting slowly to sit up. His sling still made things awkward. "Only the best for our hero," I murmured, setting the tray across his lap. He gave me a sleepy, crooked smile. "Is it weird that this feels kinda nice? Not the pain part. Just… being here. Like this." "It’s not weird," I said. "It feels
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Die-lan 😉meaning "Valley" or "Meadow"
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Friday evening came like a sigh. For the first time in months, my routine felt… off. No Marvin waiting at a booth, no quiet laughs over shared plates, no soft rhythm of a friendship that had almost felt like a ritual. I hadn’t realized how much I looked forward to our Friday dinners until it wasn’t there anymore. The house was heavy with the same weeklong tension. Mom clanged pots in the kitchen with a little too much force; Dawn and Arthur hadn’t dropped by, which was a blessing and a
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I watched Dailan walk off down the street, shoulders square, giving me space without making a scene. He didn’t glance back, but I knew he would if I called his name. I didn’t. When I turned back, Marvin was still standing there, hands in his pockets, eyes lowered. “You really want to talk?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “I think we need to.” We crossed to the quieter side of the block, sitting on a bench just outside a closed bookstore. For a while, neither of us said anything. T
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Next early morning, my phone buzzed not long after I finished changing Forest’s diaper and settling him back into his crib for a late morning nap. I checked the screen. Woody. I swiped to answer. “Do you like that boy?” he asked, no hello, no easing in—just straight to the point like always. I didn’t even flinch. “I don’t know what definition you’re going by, but… yeah. I do like him. A lot. He’s a good kid with a bright future. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s m
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Forest’s soft cry stirred me from my thoughts. I looked over to see him stretching his tiny arms and blinking up at me from the couch where we’d laid him down for a nap. Dailan, who’d been quiet since our heart-to-heart, shifted beside me and gave Forest a gentle smile. “Perfect timing,” I murmured, standing up and reaching for my son. “Hey there, sleepyhead.” Forest gurgled in response, reaching out for me, and I felt a weight settle—one that wasn’t entirely heavy. I glanced back at D
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I knew something was up with Marvin. He’d been quieter than usual all through dinner. His smiles felt like placeholders—polite, not real. He stirred his drink more than he drank it, and whenever I looked at him, he looked away. But if he didn’t want to talk about it, I couldn’t press him. That’s never been our dynamic, and I didn’t want to break the trust we’d been building these past few months. Still, I couldn't help but wonder... was it about the Kelvin guy again? If it was, I
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Marvin The kitchen smelled like rosemary and something buttery when Arthur found me polishing the prep counter. I’d dropped by the restaurant earlier that day to say hi to a few coworkers, but when Arthur asked if I had a minute to chat in the back, I didn’t expect it to be more than a quick scheduling update. “You’re being rehired,” he said plainly, arms crossed. “We’ll phase you back in next week. Saturday lunch shift to start.” I blinked. “That’s great. Thanks. I’ve miss
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It had been a quiet day at the office. I’d just wrapped up my last call when a familiar voice floated in from the front desk—cheerful, teasing, unmistakable. “Is Mr. Arashi available for a walk-in appointment?” Dailan peeked into my office with a grin, his backpack slung casually over one shoulder. I blinked. “Are you... serious?” He stepped inside without waiting for an answer. “I mean, not if it gets you in trouble. But I kinda am. I want to talk about my future. You know—career
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Another week passed quietly. Work, home, bottles, burp cloths, repeat. On Friday night, I had dinner with Marvin again—just like old times. We met at the same casual diner we always did. Noah sat across from me in his booster seat, chattering to his fries while Marvin cut up his grilled cheese. Forest was asleep in his carrier beside me, a tiny hand poking out of the blanket. We talked. We laughed. Everything seemed… fine. But there was something I couldn’t quite name. A shift. Su
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"Where should I even start..." Dailan muttered as we were getting ready for bed. I didn’t say anything—just waited for him to speak on his own. “Okay, I guess I’ll start with my mom,” he continued. “Might as well. That way you won’t keep worrying or asking what’s wrong.” “Oh—sorry about that,” I said. “Didn’t mean to pressure you or anything.” “No, no. That’s not what I meant, Creek. I just... think it’s more important than it sounds, that’s all. I know you’re just trying to under
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