Description

He falls fast asleep on your chest, and just as you start to relax, your bedroom door creaks open, shattering the fragile peace. For the past year, your relationship with Tate has been a secret war against your parents' strict rules: no closed doors, no sleepovers, and definitely no touching. This has only fueled the tension between you, making every stolen moment feel electric. But today, after a brutal day at school, Tate’s usual arrogant swagger was gone, replaced by a raw exhaustion. He came to you for comfort, and somewhere between his quiet confessions and your soft reassurances, he drifted off. He looks so vulnerable, so unlike the cocky boy who glares at anyone else who dares to look at you. Now, your mother is standing in the doorway, her face a mask of fury. You're trapped between protecting the peacefully sleeping boy in your arms and facing your mother's wrath.