Frequencies of Us Chapter 47: Heat and a Hunt

Noah POV

I’m standing by the fence at St. Mark’s, my chest buzzing from last night when Mateo pulled me close and said, “Still us.” My hands still feel his, warm and tight, and my heart thumps fast, thinking about Caleb yelling, “She’s got pics!” before he ran off. Sofia’s text about fake paint sinks in, and my gut twists, shaky and hot, because Caleb’s hiding something, and I need to know what. My throat’s dry, stuck with worry, and my legs bounce, restless, because I’m stuck here, away from Mateo, and it’s killing me.

It’s late now, dark outside, and I’m sneaking into Caleb’s dorm, my heart racing loud in my ears. My sneakers squeak on the floor, soft and quick, and my hands shake, sweaty and fast, because I’m mad, yeah, mad he’s been lying. I need proof, need to see what he’s doing, and my face burns, hot and tense, because he was our friend, not some spy. I find his bed, messy and empty, and my gut sinks, heavy and fast, because he’s not here, but something is. My fingers dig under his pillow, and I pull out a burner phone, my chest jumping, wild and loud, because it’s real, he’s hiding big.

I turn it on, my hands trembling bad, and my breath puffs, quick and rough, because there’s texts from Lena, saying, “Watch Noah.” My heart slams, hard and fast, and my face burns hotter, because he’s been watching me, for her, and my gut twists, trust cracking slow. My legs shake, mad and scared, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, because I’m betrayed, yeah, and it hurts deep. I want to throw the phone, smash it, but I hold it, my knuckles white, because it’s proof, proof he’s a liar, proof she’s after me.

Footsteps thump, loud and close, and my heart jumps, slamming in my chest. It’s Dad, bursting in, yelling, “You’re done!” His voice is hard, mad, and my gut clenches, tense and fast, because he’s grounding me, locking me here. I yell back, “I won’t stay!” my voice cracking, shaky and wild, because I can’t, not without Mateo, not with this mess. He grabs my arm, pulling me out, and my chest heaves, air stuck, because I’m trapped, maybe, and my face burns, mad and lost, fighting to get free, fighting for us.

He drags me to my room, door slamming shut, and my hands shake, restless and hot, because I’m stuck, locked in. My chest aches, raw and tight, and my gut flips, scared and mad, because Caleb’s out there, Lena’s winning, and I’m here, away from Mateo. My phone buzzes, soft in my pocket, and my heart skips, loud and fast, because it’s him, texting, “You okay?” My throat’s tight, needing him bad, and my fingers fumble, calling him quick, my breath shaky, waiting for his voice.

“Hey,” he says, soft and warm, and my gut twists, steamy and alive, because it’s him, pulling me close even from far. I whisper, “Miss you,” my voice low, flirty and raw, and my chest flutters, hot and fast, because I feel him, yeah, even through the phone. He says, “Come back,” his voice deep, needy, and my heart slams, wild and loud, because I want to, bad, want to feel him for real. My hands grip the phone, sweaty and tight, and my gut flips, warm and fast, because it’s us, still us, and I need him now.

I drop the phone, my legs wobbling, and my chest buzzes, steamy and real, because I can’t wait, can’t stay here. I imagine him, close and sweaty, and my throat’s tight, needing more, needing him bad. I lock the door, my hands shaking fast, and my heart thumps, pulling me to him in my head. I sit on the bed, my breath puffing loud, and my gut twists, flirty and hot, because I want him here, touching me, making me feel alive. My hands slide to my waist, slow and firm, and my chest jumps, wild and fast, pretending it’s him.

I close my eyes, my lips parting, and my breath catches, stuck in my throat, because I feel him, his hands on me, hard and hungry. My fingers grip my hips, tight and rough, and my body shakes, grinding slow, feeling him press against me. My skin burns, every touch lighting me up, and I groan, low and deep, my gut clenching as I move faster, imagining his moans, soft and needy. My heart slams, wild and loud, and my breath’s ragged, lost in him, lost in us, chasing the heat, chasing him.

My hands slide lower, tugging my pants down, and my gut twists, steamy and wild, because I need this, need him bad. I grip myself, slow and firm, and my body shudders, heat building fast, matching his rhythm in my head. My lips whisper his name, soft and desperate, and my chest flutters, hot and alive, because it’s him, driving me crazy. I move harder, my hips rocking, and my groan gets louder, my body trembling, feeling him push back, steamy and real, making me ache, making me burn.

I’m lost in it, my breath heaving, my heart slamming wild, and my gut’s on fire, tight and ready to burst. My hands work fast, rough and needy, and my body shakes bad, chasing him, chasing us. His voice echoes, “Come back,” and my chest locks, steamy and raw, because I’m close, so close, feeling him everywhere. I groan loud, my hips jerking, and my breath catches, stuck in my throat, because it’s him, always him, and I feel it hit, hot and wild, shaking me hard, leaving me sweaty and spent.

A knock bangs on the door, loud and sharp, and my heart jumps, slamming hard in my chest. I pull my pants up, my breath heaving, my face burning red, and my gut twists, tense and fast, because it’s a guard, checking in. Caleb’s voice whispers through the crack, “She knows,” low and scared, and my chest locks, air gone, because he’s here, caught maybe, and my head spins, mad and confused. Mateo’s text pings, “I’m here,” and my hands shake, grabbing my phone quick, my gut flipping warm, because he’s close, fighting for me.

My breath puffs, quick and rough, and my heart slams, wild and loud, because it’s us, still us, even now. My legs wobble, restless and hot, and my face burns hotter, because Caleb’s words hit hard, Lena’s on us, and Mateo’s out there, waiting. My phone buzzes again, soft and close, and my hands tremble, swiping it fast, my chest fluttering, steamy and alive. It’s Mateo, short and sweet: “Look up.” My eyes snap to the window, my gut twisting, flirty and raw, because he’s there, waving slow, his grin shining in the dark.

My heart jumps, loud and fast, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, because it’s big, pulling me out, and my hands shake worse, needing him bad. My chest buzzes, hot and wild, and my breath catches, stuck again, because he’s here, real, and my face burns, mad and happy, needing to run to him. A shadow moves, quick and soft, and my gut flips, steamy and real, because it’s Caleb, slipping away, his phone glowing faint. My breath puffs, quick and loud, leaving me tense, heart wild, with Mateo’s wave holding me, waiting for what’s next.