MasukJude POVOne year later.The Florida sun was a warm, gentle caress, a stark contrast to the oppressive, humid heat of my first few months here. I sat in a folding chair in the stands, the roar of the crowd a familiar comfort, but today, it felt like background noise. My attention wasn’t on the field; it was on the sleeping bundle in my arms. Louis, or Louie as Marco insisted on calling him, stirred slightly, his tiny fist clenching and unclenching against my jersey. He was so small, so perfect, a tangible, breathing piece of the woman I loved more than my own life.My son. The words still sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated joy through my heart. He was a little piece of Aria and me, a living, breathing testament to the love we had fought so hard to reclaim. I looked different now, the boy
Aria POVThe moment we were inside the door of our apartment, the world outside ceased to exist. He kicked the door shut behind him, the sound a final, definitive punctuation to the night. His eyes, dark and burning with a hunger I hadn’t seen in years, locked onto mine. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The air crackled with a raw, primal energy that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He crossed the room in three long strides, scooped me into his arms, and my lips crashed against his in a desperate, bruising kiss that tasted of victory and a desperate, aching need.He set me down just inside the bedroom, his hands framing my face. “I’m going to shower,” he said, his voice a low, rough murmur, a promise of what was to come. “And when I come out, I’m going to make love to my fiancée. All night long.”My br
Jude POVThree and a half years later.The roar of the crowd was a physical force, a deafening, electric wave that vibrated through the soles of my cleats and up into my bones. One minute left on the clock. We were down by five. The stadium lights were a blinding glare, the air thick with the tension of eighty thousand people holding their breath. This was it. This was the moment I had dreamed of since I was a kid, throwing a worn-out football in my backyard with my dad.My eyes scanned the chaos, not for a receiver, but for a face. For the one person who mattered. And I found her. Up in the student section, a sea of orange and blue, a small, unmistakable figure in my old varsity jacket, her hands clasped in front of her mouth, her eyes wide with a terror and a hope that mirrored my own.
Aria POVHis words, a possessive, playful declaration, sent a jolt straight through me. “Because I’m never letting you go again.” There was no malice in it, no threat. It was a promise. A vow. And in that moment, with the moonlight in his hair and the entire universe reflected in his eyes, I believed him. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe in us again.I laughed, a bright, airy sound that felt foreign and wonderful all at once. “Oh, really now?” I teased, my voice a low, playful murmur. “And what makes you so sure of that? What if I like my own space? What if I snore?”He just grinned, a wide, confident, utterly breathtaking grin that made my heart do a complicated little flip in my chest. He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine, his gaz
Aria POVHis thumb gently stroked my cheek, wiping away the last of my tears. The simple, grounding touch was a lifeline, a warm, steady anchor in the vast, overwhelming storm of my emotions. I leaned into his palm, my eyes closing as I soaked in the feeling of him. The feeling of being seen. The feeling of being home.“Can I…” he began, his voice a low, hesitant sound, full of a vulnerability that was so raw and so real it made my heart ache. “Can I hold you?”I didn’t answer with words. I just shifted on the blanket, closing the small, careful distance between us. He opened his arms, and I collapsed into them, my body fitting into his as if it had been made to be there. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest, his chin resting on the top of my head. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent, the scent of pine and lake water and the boy I loved. It was a scent I had dreamed of, a scent I had mourned, a scent that
Aria POVHis words hung in the air, heavy and raw, each one a stone dropped into the still, dark water of my carefully constructed calm. The pain in his voice when he talked about the baby, the way his own voice broke… it was a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. I had been so consumed by my own pain, so wrapped up in my own grief, that I had never truly let myself see his. I had been so determined to see him as the villain, the one who had betrayed me, that I had never considered him as a victim, too. A victim of the same lie, the same manipulation, the same heartbreak.I looked at him, really looked at him. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes, the new, haunted lines etched around his mouth. He wasn’t the same boy who had left for college. He was a man now, a man who had been through a war I hadn’t even known he was fighting. And my heart ached with a fierce, protective love that was so overwhelming it was almost painful
Jude POVLooking up, I saw it was Tim, laughing. My chest tightened. That's all it had to be to just hate this guy.Tim said something, but it was all a blur. It was like the world was spinning and I was just floating. If he would have just let the game be a game it would have been good, but no he
Jude POV"Destroy us? I'd love to see your sorry ass team try" I retorted.The referee stepped between us, his face stern. "Cool it, guys. Save it for the field."We grudgingly backed away, the tension between us palpable. The coin toss was conducted, we won the toss and picked the side we wanted t
Aria POVTim had texted me that morning, an invitation to meet him at the mall the day before the big game. A pre-championship date. It was sweet, a distraction from the butterflies that had taken up permanent residence in my stomach. I decided to go a little early, needing to kill some time before
Jude POVBut, It was like she was a ghost. I'd see Aria in the hallway, a flash of dark hair and a fleeting glimpse of her eyes, and then she'd be gone, swallowed by the crowd. Each time, my heart would leap, only to plummet moments later as she purposefully looked away, her expression blank, unrea







