Crossing the line
“She’s the coach’s daughter. He’s the captain. Together, they’re breaking every rule.”
Ava Reynolds has one rule—never let her life be defined by basketball. As the coach’s daughter, she’s spent years dodging whispers and expectations, determined to make her mark through journalism. But when her editor forces her to cover the university’s star team, Ava finds herself colliding with Ethan Cole—cocky, brilliant on the court, and infuriatingly impossible to ignore.
Ethan lives for basketball. It’s his ticket out, his shot at protecting the only family he has left—his younger brother. The last thing he needs is a sharp-tongued reporter questioning his every move, especially when she sees more than he wants anyone to.
What starts as a battle of words spirals into undeniable chemistry, leaving Ava torn between loyalty to her father and the pull of a boy who breaks every rule she set for herself.
But when a secret threatens to ruin them both…will crossing the line cost them everything?
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Chapter: Where I StandEthan’s POVThe apartment felt different after Lila left.Not quieter settled.I stood at the sink longer than necessary, rinsing champagne flutes that were already clean, listening to Ava move around behind me. The city outside hummed the way it always did, traffic a constant low note, but inside there was a pause I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not the kind that waited to be filled. The kind that existed on purpose.I dried my hands and turned.Ava was leaning against the counter, barefoot, arms folded loosely not defensive, just comfortable. Her hair had fallen out of its tie, soft around her face. She caught me looking and smiled, small but real.“What?” she asked.“Nothing,” I said. Then corrected myself. “Everything.”She rolled her eyes, affectionate. “That’s not an answer.”I crossed the space between us anyway, resting my hip against the counter beside her. Our shoulders touched. Easy. Familiar.“She seemed… very happy for you,” I said.“Lila?” Ava smiled wider. “She thrives on
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: After the NoiseAva’s POV Lila did not knock. She never did when she was this committed to a plan. The sound came instead as a sharp series of raps followed immediately by the door opening, her voice already mid-sentence before I could even stand from the couch. “I swear to God, if you tell me now is not a good time, I will drink this entire bottle myself and cry about feminism on your floor.” She stood there triumphant, holding a chilled bottle of champagne like a trophy. Condensation slicked the glass, dripping onto her sleeve. Her coat was half off, scarf crooked, hair still pinned up in the way she wore when she’d come straight from work without bothering to reset herself. I stared at her for a beat. Then I laughed. Not the careful laugh. Not the one that checked itself halfway through. The full one that surprised me with how easily it came. “Come in,” I said. “Before you start a manifesto.” She kicked the door shut behind her and immediately set the bottle on the counter like it was sa
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: The Last HeadlineAva’s POVThe meeting didn’t feel like an ending when it began.It felt like every other moment that had ever carried the weight of The Chronicle careful, measured, edged with the kind of politeness that hid intent. My laptop sat open on the kitchen table, coffee cooling beside it, the morning light stretching across the floor like it had nowhere better to be.I did.That thought surprised me with its clarity. I had somewhere better to be now emotionally, mentally even if my body was still anchored to the same chair where I’d once agonized over emails like this. The room felt different. Less charged. Less like a battlefield and more like a place where decisions could exist without bruising me.I logged in three minutes early. Not because I was nervous but because I was done letting them control the tempo.Maya appeared first, her image crisp and grounded. She gave me a small nod, the kind that said I’ve got this, but you’re steering. Then the others joined. Two legal reps from The Chr
Last Updated: 2026-01-13
Chapter: Fault LinesAva’s POVThe first sign something was shifting again wasn’t dramatic.It was an email.No subject line theatrics. No legal jargon up front. Just a polite greeting from someone who claimed to be a “freelance culture writer” asking if I’d be open to “clarifying a few things” about my departure from The Chronicle and the recent op-ed that had set half the internet on fire.I stared at the screen longer than I needed to.Not because I didn’t understand what it was—but because I did.The tone was friendly on purpose. Casual. Disarming. The kind of message designed to make you forget that anything you said could be reframed, repackaged, sharpened into something else entirely. I’d written emails like this once. I knew the anatomy of them. Knew exactly how much intent could hide inside three harmless-looking paragraphs.I hadn’t spoken publicly. I hadn’t posted. I hadn’t even hinted. I’d gone quiet on purpose, stepped into a job that let me close my laptop at five and walk away without carry
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: Close Enough to StayEthan’s POV By the time I woke up at Ava’s place, the apartment already felt familiar. Not in the dramatic way people talk about—no rush of realization, no internal monologue about crossing some invisible line. Just the quiet certainty of knowing where the bathroom light switch was. The sound her coffee maker made before it finished brewing. The fact that she always left the window cracked, even when the air outside was cold. It had been days since the first time I stayed over. Long enough for this to stop feeling like a novelty. Long enough for it to start feeling like something else entirely. Ava was already awake, sitting cross-legged at the small table by the window, laptop open, hair pulled back in a loose knot that meant she hadn’t thought too hard about it. She wore a sweater I recognized—not mine this time, but one I’d seen her in before—which somehow made the sight even more intimate. She glanced up when she heard me move. “Morning.” “Morning,” I said, voice still rou
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
Chapter: What Holds, What movesAva’s POV The thing about starting over is that it doesn’t announce itself. There’s no clean line between before and after. No moment where the weight lifts all at once. It happens quietly, in increments—small enough that you don’t notice until you realize you’re standing straighter than you used to. For a long time, I thought starting over would feel dramatic. Like shedding skin. Like a declaration. I imagined clarity arriving all at once, bold and unmistakable, the way people describe epiphanies in essays that end with tidy conclusions. But this wasn’t that. This was subtler. More honest. I noticed it on a Tuesday. Not a dramatic day. Not a milestone. Just me, sitting at my new desk, learning how to navigate internal systems that had nothing to do with headlines or deadlines or public opinion. No one cared who I used to be here. No one whispered when I walked past. The office had its own rhythm—keyboards tapping, a printer humming somewhere down the hall, muted conversations
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
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