Page 470 of Ruthless Court

Sweat.

My hands in his damp hair.

His palms around my face.

The guys start pounding tables.

Someone yells, “GET A ROOM.”

Kane pulls back just enough to look at me.

“I love you.”

That still gets me.

Two years.

Thousands of times.

Still.

“I love you too.”

Then Noah sprays us both again.

Kane turns.

“I am going to kill him.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

I pull him back.

“Tonight we're champions.”

His grin breaks free.

“Yeah.”

He kisses me again.

“Tonight we are.”

Life gets quiet afterward.

That's the strange part nobody tells you about huge moments.

Eventually the confetti gets swept away.

The trophy goes into a case.

The videos stop looping every ten seconds.

Classes restart.

Laundry accumulates.