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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Tristan

I shouldn’t have gone.

That’s the first thought that hits me the second I step out of the gym.

I shouldn’t have been there.

Shouldn’t have stood in the shadows like some idiot who couldn’t stay away.

Shouldn’t have looked.

But I did.

And now I can’t unsee it.

The way she played.

The way she owned that court like it belonged to her.

The way her body moved—controlled, powerful, every hit clean, intentional.

She’s not the same girl.

Not even close.

And then?—

that moment.

My jaw tightens just thinking about it.

Because I felt it before it even happened.

That pull.

That shift.

Like something in the air snapped tight.

She looked up.

Found me.

And just?—

looked.

Not cold.

Not distant.

Not like I was nothing.

No.

That look?

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