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Her heartbeat racing against mine.

I shouldn’t notice the way her body fits against mine—all snug and perfect—not when she was in Caleb’s bed last night.

She fits against me too easily.

Too well.

I don’t know what I expected when she moved in. Maybe that we’d circle each other. Keep it light. That I’d stay out of it. Like I always do.

But that was before she started looking at me like shesawme. Before I kissed her, or watched her laugh at Caleb’s stupid jokes, or flinch every time Hunter raised his voice.

Before I let myself startwanting.

And now?

She’s here, pressed to my chest. And I can feel the weight of everything that just happened settling into her bones.

She smells like Caleb’s shirt and something soft underneath it.

And I can’t decide what’s worse—watching her fall for him, or knowing I was too careful to let her fall for me.

Hunter’s pissed, and yeah… I get it. I’m affected too; I’m just better at hiding it.

After another second, I force myself to step back. “I’ve gotta go. We’ve got practice this morning, and now I’ve gotta make sure these two don’t kill each other.”

She gives me a weary look and watches me go.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rilee

After a few days, my nerves have calmed a bit. Caleb is as sweet as ever, giving me quiet, quick kisses in the hallway, leaving sticky notes on my nightstand on the days our paths don’t cross, and last night, cuddling on my bed with me when I didn’t have the energy to move.

Hunter’s still being Hunter.

And Grayson?

Grayson is currently on the couch beside me.

We sit side by side with our laptops open, a half-finished bag of chips between us, and the kind of silence that feels… settled. Totally normal.

He’s rereading something on his tablet. I’m halfheartedly reviewing notes from clinical. The lamp casts a warm yellow halo, and his arm brushes mine every so often as he shifts.

He’s close. Warm. Solid in a way that makes my stomach tighten even though we’re not touching.

“How’s Fletcher?” he asks suddenly, voice low but steady.

I blink. He hasn’t brought him up before—not directly.

“Um. He’s doing okay, I think. Still in rehab. He calls a lot. Sends me ridiculous memes like it’s his job.”

Grayson gives a small smile but doesn’t look away from his screen.

I shift toward him a little. “Were you guys close? Before… everything?”

He nods, still not quite meeting my gaze. “Not really. I was new to the team, and we didn’t play together long before he left.”

“Oh.”

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