Chapter 10: 💥🌶️ Shattering Revelation

The next day...

The day starts like a thousand others, but this time, there’s a weight on my shoulders that I can’t shake off. I wake up early, well before my alarm goes off, anxiety already knotting my stomach. Emmy’s message from the night before keeps playing on a loop in my mind. She’s finally going to show me her face, reveal who she really is. That thought kept me awake until the first light of dawn, and now that the moment is approaching, I’m flooded with a strange nervousness.

I rise mechanically, preparing for the day. My movements are slow, almost robotic. I take a shower, get dressed, but everything feels blurry, distant. As if a part of me is already elsewhere, suspended in anticipation of this long-awaited moment.

At breakfast, I’m silent, lost in my thoughts. Emma comes down after me, a light smile on her lips, but I’m too absorbed to really notice. She says something that I don’t fully catch, my mind already focused on what’s going to happen later. I respond automatically, not even realizing what I’m saying.

The day drags on slowly, each hour stretching out, as if time itself takes pleasure in torturing me. In class, I’m unable to concentrate. The words from my professors slide over me without sticking, as if they’re speaking a foreign language. I take notes out of habit, but my mind is elsewhere, centered on one thing: tonight, everything is going to change.

Even during hockey practice, which is usually my escape, I can’t free myself from this tension. I miss passes, fail to make shots, and my teammates quickly notice.

Jack: “Brice! What’s going on with you?!” Me: “Sorry, I’m just distracted today ... I’ll be better tomorrow.” But I’m not even sure what I’m saying. The weight of anticipation continues to grow within me, like a fireball threatening to explode at any moment.

As I get home, I collapse onto the couch, more exhausted from stress than physical effort. I feel like a tightrope walker, balancing on a thin line above an abyss. My phone vibrates, jolting me out of my thoughts. My heart leaps, thinking it’s Emmy, but as I glance at the screen, it’s only Emma.

Emma (message): “I have to go out for a project to finish at the university with some friends. I won’t be back until late.” Fate seems to be on my side. I reply quickly, without much thought.

Me (message): “Got it, see you later.” I feel almost relieved that she won’t be home. I prefer to be alone for this moment; it gives me the space I need to confront what’s about to happen.

The house is oddly silent now that I’m on my own. Every sound, every creak of the wood, echoes louder than usual, as if the house itself is holding its breath. I try to distract myself by scrolling through videos on my phone, but nothing captures my attention. I keep checking the time, again and again, counting the minutes until the fateful moment.

The minutes drag on slowly, far too slowly. Dusk falls, and darkness gradually creeps into the house. The silence thickens, each creak of the house sounding like a thunderclap. My heart races, faster and faster, as if sensing something is about to happen. I know the moment is approaching, and the tension builds within me like a wave, ready to crash.

Finally, my phone vibrates again. My breath catches, and a crushing weight settles on my chest, each heartbeat thudding louder than the last. It’s a message from Emmy. I open it quickly, my hands trembling slightly.

Emmy (message): “I’m ready. I’m going to send you a series of photos. Get ready.” I take a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. I know this series of photos will change everything, but I have no idea what to expect.

I settle back against the pillows, attempting to steady my racing heart. I know the moment has come, and despite the tension weighing on me, a part of me is filled with an almost palpable excitement. My phone vibrates, and the first photos appear on the screen.

The photo captures the length of her bare legs, taken in front of a mirror. The curve of her thighs, the soft glow of her skin under the light ... Every detail seems meticulously crafted to mesmerize. My eyes trace that perfect line, ascending with a feeling of dizziness. Desire seeps into me before I can even resist it. The simplicity of the image amplifies the intensity, and my imagination takes over.