Page 340 of Playing Dirty

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Luca sat beside me in the locker room after.

“You’re not okay,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

I didn’t argue this time.

Because I was tired.

My phone buzzed again.

Rowan.

Rowan:

I think we’re both waiting for something to click.

I stared at that longer than I should’ve.

Because that was exactly it.

Something not said out loud.

Just felt.

Mason:

Yeah.

Mason:

I think so too.

ROWAN

The city outside my window felt louder than usual.

Or maybe I was just noticing it more.

Mia had left hours ago.

Serena too.

It was just me now.

Phone in hand.

Mason’s messages open.

I typed:

Rowan:

Do you think NYC changes things?

Paused.

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