Chapter18 – Beneath the Surface
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The weekend blurred into one long ache. Lena could not stop replaying the moment in the living room, the rough tenderness of Nate’s voice, the way his hand had lingered against her cheek, the words he had said like a vow.
She told herself to let it go, to bury it, to pretend it had not happened. But the harder she tried, the more vivid it became. Every detail stuck like splinters under her skin. The low rasp of his whisper. The tension straining in the air between them. The dangerous truth that neither of them could speak aloud.
By Monday morning, she looked like she had not slept in days. Dark shadows smudged beneath her eyes, her lips dry from biting them raw. She told herself it was just school stress, just exhaustion. But deep down, she knew better.
The halls of Northview buzzed the way they always did. Lockers slammed, laughter bounced off the walls, whispers darted like insects. She kept her head down, trying to disappear into the crowd, but it never worked. Not anymore.
Especially not when Riley Carter decided to make himself seen.
He caught her just outside English class, sliding in beside her like a shadow. “Rough weekend?” he asked, his tone smug, like he already knew.
Lena stiffened. “What do you want, Riley?”
He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “What makes you think I want something?”
“Because you always do.”
His grin widened, sharp and slow. “Smart girl. I like that.” His gaze flicked down her figure, quick but unmistakable. “Though, I have to admit, what I want is not exactly complicated.”
She recoiled, disgust rising in her throat. “You’re disgusting.”
“Am I?” He leaned in, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Or am I just the only one willing to say out loud what everybody else is already wondering? You and Nate. Living under the same roof. Sharing the same last name. And yet…” His smirk deepened. “The way he looks at you does not exactly scream brotherly.”
Lena’s pulse spiked. Her face burned, not from guilt, but from the raw terror that he could see it. That what she and Nate had not dared to name was already written across their skin for someone else to read.
“You don’t know anything,” she whispered.
“Maybe not.” He rocked back on his heels, still smirking. “But I know enough. And trust me, Lena, you should be careful. Secrets like that do not stay buried forever.”
Before she could snap back, the bell rang, and Riley slipped into the classroom like he had not just dangled a blade above her throat.
Lena spent the entire period staring at her notebook, her hand trembling around her pen. The words swam on the page, her mind spinning too fast to focus. Riley’s threat was not just empty cruelty. It was a warning. He had seen something. He knew something.
And if he decided to use it, everything would come crashing down.
By the time the final bell rang, Lena’s nerves were raw. She shoved her books into her bag and all but fled the classroom, desperate for air.
She found Nate waiting by the lockers, leaning against the metal with that casual, dangerous ease that made half the girls in the hall stare. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in them. A spark she was not supposed to notice, but did.
“You okay?” he asked.
The question nearly undid her. She wanted to tell him everything, about Riley, about the fear gnawing her from the inside, but she could not. Not here. Not with so many eyes watching.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
His gaze narrowed. He did not believe her. He never did.
“Lena—”
“Not here,” she whispered, and slipped past him before he could push further.
That night, the house was too quiet again. Their mom had another late shift, leaving the walls hollow and echoing. Lena sat at her desk, pretending to do homework, though the words blurred into nonsense.
A knock came at her door. Two soft raps, familiar.
“It’s open,” she said, her voice thinner than she meant.
Nate stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The air seemed to tighten immediately, charged with the same dangerous pull she had been fighting all weekend.
“You’re not fine,” he said simply.
She let out a shaky laugh. “You’re relentless.”
“Only when it comes to you.”
Her chest tightened. She looked down at her notebook, unable to meet his eyes. “Riley said something today.”
Nate stiffened. “What did he say?”
She swallowed hard. “That people notice the way you look at me.”
The silence that followed was sharp, suffocating. When she finally glanced up, Nate’s jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with something between fury and guilt.
“He’s messing with your head,” he said finally.
“Is he?” Her voice cracked. “Because maybe he’s not wrong.”
The words hung in the air like a confession. She had not meant to say them, had not even realized they were clawing their way out until it was too late.
Nate took a slow step closer. Then another. His gaze never wavered, and Lena could not move, could not breathe.
“You think I don’t know that?” His voice was low, rough. “You think I don’t wake up every damn day trying to convince myself to look away? To pretend I don’t notice the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous, or the way your laugh gets stuck in my head for hours? You think this is easy for me?”
Her heart thundered so hard it hurt. “Then why, why are you telling me this?”
“Because Riley’s right about one thing,” Nate said, stopping inches from her. “Secrets do not stay buried. And the longer we pretend, the worse it is going to get.”
Her breath caught. “So what are we supposed to do?”
His hand lifted, hesitated, then brushed a strand of hair from her face. The touch was so gentle it sent a shiver down her spine.
“We survive,” he whispered. “One day at a time. And if anyone, anyone, tries to hurt you, they go through me first.”
Lena’s throat ached. She wanted to tell him she could not survive if he kept standing this close, could not think straight when every inch of her screamed to close the space between them. But the words stuck, strangled by the storm inside her.
Nate’s hand lingered at her jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. His eyes searched hers, desperate, torn.
“Tell me to stop,” he said again.
She could not. She did not want to.
Her silence was an answer.
The world outside her bedroom did not matter anymore. Not the whispers, not Riley, not the danger that shadowed every second. All that mattered was the impossible pull between them, the kind that defied reason and rules and everything they had been told was wrong.
And when Nate finally leaned in, closing the last sliver of space between them, Lena did not stop him.
She could not.
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