Grief makes men reckless. Insecurity makes women loud. And composure? Composure makes people dangerous. Shea sat still while the room shifted around her. Jason was bleeding pride. Kayla was bleeding ego. Nobody noticed Shea was bleeding patience. The thing about public tension is this, it doesn’t ask permission before it exposes what’s been festering. And this time? Nobody’s walking away untouched.
A fractured truth shakes Serenity’s foundation as secrets unravel across two households. While parents confront the past, someone else quietly prepares to change the future.
Old wounds surface, unspoken truths simmer, and timing proves cruel. Shea finds herself balancing professional boundaries and buried attraction, Jason confronts grief he’s long avoided, and Kayla arrives carrying a humiliation she refuses to name. When an unexpected presence walks through the door, restraint fractures—and what was meant to stay buried threatens to erupt in plain sight.
Some connections don’t need explaining. They just show up, sit beside you, and refuse to leave when the truth gets uncomfortable.
A grounded morning. A petty interruption. A consult that changes the temperature of the room. Capturing Shea: Chapter 2 is about intention, grief, boundaries, and the moment you realize something has shifted.
Shea Johnson has mastered the art of capturing other people’s moments, joy, grief, love, without ever slowing down long enough to tend to her own. Set in a small town heavy with history and unspoken weight, Capturing Shea begins before the romance, before the disruption, right where the stillness lives.
Peace is fragile when secrets are starving. This chapter sits at the intersection of restraint and rupture , where control slips, loyalty is questioned, and the weight of unfinished business presses in from every direction. Some calls don’t reconnect people. They reopen everything.
Everything comes full circle in this chapter. Old wounds resurface, silence breaks, and the truth—raw and unfiltered—finally walks into the room. What happens when the past you buried shows up wearing your father’s face?
I wanna write you…but truth is—I damn near wanna fight you. Wanna scream your name so the whole block hears it,then block you so I ain’t gotta see you. I got a million words sitting on my chest,but every time I let ‘em loose,I regret it.So I choke ‘em back.Silence.Hell—what’s one more day? But then … Continue reading Love & Rage
The moon leaned in like a thief,jealous of the heat spilling through my skull—a fever-dream of youpinning me to the kind of silencethat moans louder than sound. Your breath—hot, reckless—pouring sin straight down my spine.My name breaking in your mouthlike glass under bare feet.Fingers dragging the edge of pleasureuntil it bled into worship. It was … Continue reading When The Moon Looked Away
Earth couldn’t contain a love yet to bloom,So it made perfect sense that Heaven made room.We burned through the rules, tore down the disguise,Spoke in a language that lived in our eyes. Every touch was defiance, each word a spark,A wildfire blazing through the bones of the dark.The world tried to name us, tried to … Continue reading The Sky Kept Our Secrets
I left a piece of myself in your hands— Not a whisper of flesh, But the softest part of me. The part that still believed. The part that didn’t flinch when love called. I handed it over Wrapped in silent hope, Thinking you’d cradle it, Not crush it Between your indecision and somebody else’s body. … Continue reading I Left a Piece of Myself In..
Paige would sometimes slip into moments where she remembered Chance in the beginning of their dating. He was sweet, charming, respectful—and fine as hell. Everything seemed to be going well. They were having the times of their lives. Then something changed. Chance became someone she didn’t recognize. He became controlling and, quite frankly, scary to … Continue reading Serenity’s Bliss (Part 7)
Everybody craves intimacy— Until it stops being surface. Until it walks in quiet, Wrapped in incense and spirit. Until it asks: Can you handle being seen? Can you stay when it’s still? They think it’s just touch— Skin on skin, A kiss at the right time, A body to lean into. But the real thing? … Continue reading Soul Close
She stared at the screen like it might change if she blinked hard enough. Paige’s voice sounded like it came from underwater. Everything around her muffled—except her pulse. Loud. Unforgiving. Ruthless. “SERENITY!” Paige yelled to snap her friend out of this trans she seemed to be in. She walked toward her, almost in a walk-run … Continue reading Serenity’s Bliss (Part 6)
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