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“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, already building toward another release.

And when it crashes over me—hot, bright, shattering—I bury my face in his neck and hold on.

He follows a breath later, a broken sound in his throat, fingers gripping mine as we fall apart together.

After, we don’t move for a long time.

We just lie there, tangled in sheets and breath, his heart pounding under my cheek.

He kisses my hair. “Now what?”

I smile. “Depends. Are there still snacks?”

He laughs, low and warm, and pulls me closer.

And just like that, the world softens around the edges.

For tonight, at least—I let myself be his.

Chapter Twenty-One

Grayson

I lean against the counter, nursing my coffee, trying to ignore the elephant in the room—or rather, the sounds that echoed through the house all night.

The kitchen feels like a war zone.

Hunter slams cabinet doors with zero chill. He’s been nursing a black coffee and bad mood since I walked in.

I sip my own coffee and say nothing. No use poking the bear.

Rilee steps in wearing leggings and one of Caleb’s shirts, face flushed and hopeful like she thinks this morning might still be salvageable.

It’s not.

“Morning,” she says, soft.

Hunter doesn’t look up. Just shoves a plate into the dish rack hard enough to make it wobble.

She falters, glancing at me. “Did I… did I miss something?”

Caleb strolls in behind her a second later, already dressed, looking way too pleased with himself. He presses a quick kiss to her temple and grabs a protein bar from the counter.

“See you later?” he murmurs.

She nods, trying to smile. “Yeah.”

He heads out. The door clicks behind him.

And that’s when Hunter finally turns.

“This,” he says tightly, pointing toward the door, “isexactlywhat I warned you about.”

Rilee blinks. “What?”

“I had one freaking house rule,” Hunter snaps. “One.Don’t sleep with my teammates.”

She opens her mouth, then closes it.

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