Chapter 7: Weekend Temptations
The sun was bright and soft, filtering through the sheer curtains, painting golden strokes across the spacious bedroom. The weekend had come—quiet, slow, and full of possibilities. For Liam, however, the first sound that dragged him from the edge of sleep was the shrill ringing of his alarm clock.
His eyes fluttered open, dazed and unwilling, staring blankly at the ceiling. He lay there for a long moment, trying to remember why he had even set the alarm in the first place. It was the weekend—he had nowhere to be, no school or meetup waiting for him.
With a groggy hand, Liam reached for the alarm clock and squinted at the glowing numbers. 6:45.
"Ugh… way too early," he mumbled, voice hoarse from sleep. The thought of leaving the warm embrace of his bed felt almost criminal. Besides, he had stayed up late last night finishing his homework—he deserved more rest.
With a grumpy sigh, Liam tossed the clock back onto the nightstand, rolled over, and buried his face in the pillow. "Just thirty more minutes," he whispered. Famous last words.
By the time the world beyond his door stirred with life, the clock ticked mercilessly toward mid-morning. 10:37. Liam was still wrapped in his cocoon of blankets, oblivious to the ticking time, until a firm knock echoed against his door.
Knock, knock.
"Master Liam," a familiar voice called out, calm yet insistent. "It's already late morning. You wouldn't want to miss breakfast again, would you?"
The knocks came again, sharper this time. Liam stirred, his consciousness clawing its way back from dreamland. With a sleepy groan, he groped for the clock. The numbers blinked back at him, mocking his laziness.
"Shit!" Liam shot upright, hair falling into his face as he blinked at the clock again in disbelief. "It's this late?!" His voice cracked with panic. "Ahh, I only meant to sleep for thirty minutes!"
Feet dangling off the bed, Liam sat there for a beat, staring blankly at the floor as if trying to piece his life back together.
Knock, knock.
"Master Liam!"
"Oh, Fred…" he muttered under his breath, finally dragging himself toward the door. When it swung open, he was greeted by the tall, sharp-featured butler, Fred, whose expression was neutral but whose eyes held a glimmer of amusement.
"Good morning, Master Liam," Fred greeted politely. His tone was respectful, but Liam could feel those perceptive eyes taking in every detail—his rumpled clothes, his messy hair cascading down to his shoulders, strands clinging to his cheeks, framing his delicate features.
Liam's brown eyes were still glazed with sleep, his small, pink lips parted slightly as if he had been about to mumble something. He looked like a disoriented bird, freshly fallen from its nest. Cute, a stray thought flickered in Fred's mind before he pushed it away.
"Morning, Fred," Liam muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Sorry, I just woke up. I'll be down in thirty minutes, okay?"
Fred nodded smoothly, stepping back. "Very well, Master Liam. We'll have your breakfast remade."
"Thanks," Liam said softly before shutting the door. With a quiet sigh, he shuffled toward the bathroom, mumbling under his breath, "Good thing I didn't have… another wet dream today…"
Half an hour later, Liam emerged from his room, looking far more presentable. His damp hair framed his face neatly now, and he wore a soft blue pair of shorts paired with a crisp white T-shirt that made him look effortlessly fresh.
Down in the dining room, a plate of toast, scrambled eggs, and hotdogs awaited him, along with a steaming cup of chocolate tea—his favorite. He slid into his seat and murmured a polite thanks to the cook before digging in.
As he ate, his thoughts wandered. Normally, weekends were easier when Leo was around. His older brother always had something planned, even if it was just dragging Liam outside for some air. But now, it was just him and Micah. And without Leo acting as a buffer, the silence between him and Micah felt… awkward. Almost suffocating.
Micah barely acknowledged his existence when Leo wasn't around, and honestly, Liam didn't know how to fix that. So, instead of thinking about it too much, he focused on his meal, savoring every bite of the warm breakfast.
Afterward, he thanked both Fred and the cook again before heading upstairs. With nothing better to do, he sat at his desk and pulled out his math book, scribbling down equations with mechanical precision. Solving problems was soothing—it grounded him, distracted him.
Hours slipped by unnoticed. When Liam finally looked up, his stomach was grumbling angrily, signaling that it was already lunchtime. He stretched, groaning softly, and made his way downstairs.
Lunch was served promptly, and once again, Micah was nowhere in sight. Relief flooded Liam's chest like a guilty secret. After what happened yesterday, he didn't think he was ready to face him yet. Not without feeling his cheeks burn red with embarrassment.
'Great,' he thought with a sigh of relief. 'I don't want to bump into him right now anyway.'
After eating, Liam retreated back upstairs. He flopped onto his bed and grabbed his phone, shooting a quick text to Leo. Hope you're doing okay. Call me if you get a break. He didn't bother calling because Leo hated disturbances when he was busy, but he knew his brother would call back if he had the time.
Bored, Liam scrolled through social media, checking updates aimlessly. As if by instinct, he clicked on Micah's profile. Nothing new. No new pictures. No stories. Nothing. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips.
"Why do I even bother?" he muttered, tossing the phone aside. But boredom gnawed at him, and before long, he wandered over to the window, pushing the curtain aside.
The sight that greeted him made his breath hitch.
There, by the pool, was Micah. Water glistened on his bare skin as he emerged from the pool in slow, unhurried movements, droplets clinging to the lean lines of his body. His muscles weren't overly bulky, but perfectly toned, every curve and shadow accentuating his strength. His damp hair fell messily across his forehead, framing that annoyingly perfect face.
Liam swallowed hard. His throat felt dry. God… does he work out? Because there was no way someone his age should look like that. Micah wasn't just attractive—he was devastating. The kind of beauty that stole your breath before you realized it.
Heat crawled up Liam's neck. His heart hammered wildly as his gaze roamed over Micah's sculpted chest, the faint ridges of his abs, the water sliding down his torso. He's so… hot. Damn it, why does he have to look like that?
Panic clawed at him suddenly. With a muffled groan, Liam tore his gaze away from the window and stumbled back to his bed, collapsing face-first onto the sheets. His mind was still a mess of Micah's wet skin, glistening muscles, and those sharp, seductive features.
"Why? Why is he like this?" Liam grumbled into his pillow. "He's just a teenager like me… so why is he so much more—" He cut himself off, cheeks blazing. "Ugh! And why does he make me feel like this?"
Leo was handsome too, sure, but Liam never felt this way about his brother. So why Micah? Why did Micah make his chest ache and his stomach twist into knots?
"No wonder the girls are all over him," Liam muttered bitterly. "With a face like that… and that body… who wouldn't want to date him?"
His voice softened, barely above a whisper. "I want to date him too…"
The confession hung in the air like a secret he could never take back. It felt both thrilling and suffocating at once.
Grabbing his phone again, Liam opened a private forum and started typing frantically, spilling out his dilemma in shaky words. One-sided crush. How do I get his attention?
Replies came fast, a blur of suggestions and teasing comments. But one response stood out, glowing with likes:
Sdd$$$: Bro, it's easy. If you want him that bad, seduce him. Trust me, this works. If you can't get his heart, get his body. Once you do, you might even stop liking him. [10 likes]
Liam stared at the screen, his heart pounding louder with each word. "Seduce him…?" he whispered.
Ten people agreed with that advice. Ten. Did that mean it worked? If he just… took that step, maybe he could kill these feelings before they consumed him completely.
"Well… okay," Liam muttered nervously. "Maybe… I should try it."
But as soon as the thought formed, his brain spiraled into chaos. How? How do I seduce him? What does that even mean? Touch him? Like… in my dreams? Kiss him?
His face turned crimson. Heat pooled in his stomach as his imagination betrayed him, conjuring images of Micah's lips against his, his strong arms pulling him close. The sheer vividness of it made Liam groan in frustration.
"Oh no… not again…" He buried his face in his pillow, but it was too late. His body was already reacting, a sharp ache throbbing between his thighs.
"Damn it!" Liam cursed softly, gripping the sheets as his mind refused to let go of Micah—his lips, his muscles, his everything.
He exhaled shakily, a mix of guilt and desire twisting inside him. I really need to do this… I need to get his body… so I can stop losing control like this…
But deep down, Liam knew the truth. Even if he managed to touch Micah, to kiss him….there was no way he'd ever stop wanting more.
Not when it came to Micah.