LOGINAVA'S POV
GAME THREE
Providence's home arena feels different with the Conference Finals now tied and heading into a pivotal Game Three, the crowd's energy carrying an intensity that dwarfs even the electric atmosphere of Chase's earlier playoff games, and I settle into my now-familiar seat beside Doyle's wife, still riding the emotional high of the Olympic announcement just days earlier.
"How are you feeling?" she asks, noting my obvious exhaustion despite t
Leon povMy alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but I was awake anyway. Kira lay turned toward me, her cheek on her folded hand, black hair scattered across my pillow. Gold light slid over her bare shoulder. I stayed very still so I wouldn’t wake her.Two days since the cabin, and my body had already rewritten its habits. I used to wake up bracing for pain, for the knee, for the missed games. Now I woke up thinking about her. Her vanilla shampoo was all over my sheets. Her paperback sat open on my nightstand where she’d dropped it.She opened her eyes before the alarm. She caught me staring and smiled slowly.“Morning, creep.”“You snore, by the way.”“I do not!&r
We kissed hard, then remembered ourselves and kissed softer. He guided me back until my legs hit the bed, and we fell in a heap, laughing without sound.“Quiet,” I said.“I know.”“Leon, if he”“Hey.” He put a finger on my lips. “I’ve got you.”I believed him. That was the dangerous part.I’ll keep most of that night to myself. I remember small things. His hands trembled on my buttons, and I loved that, because it meant it still mattered to him. I remember him pulling the blanket over our heads like a tent. I remember pressing my face into his shoulder so I wouldn’t make a noise, and the way he held on like he was afraid I’d vanish.Afterward we lay still, our hearts racing, listening to the house.“That was” I began.A door clicked down the hall.We both turned to stone. Footsteps padded across the floor outside. The bathroom door shut. Water ran.Chase.Leon wrapped his arm around me, hard. Neither of us breathed. The toilet flushed. The footsteps went back. A door closed.We counte
“We should go back,” she murmured into my shoulder.“Kira, there’s something I need to...”“Tomorrow.” She kissed my jaw. “Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. Tonight you’re mine.”I let her have it. It was the first lie I’d ever told her. It was only a delay, and I was ashamed of it anyway.We dressed by the dying fire. When I picked up the key from the table, I found a folded note underneath it that I’d missed earlier. I opened it with my back to Kira.Took you boys long enough. Lock up when you leave. And Leon, you can’t outrun the truth. She knows.Kira read it over my
Kira hadn’t let go of my hand since we left her shop. I wasn’t going to be the one to do it.The town thinned out behind us. Ten minutes later there were only black trees and the low hum of the heater. I kept my eyes on the road because if I looked at her, I’d pull over and never get to where I was going.“You still haven’t told me where we’re headed,” she said. She sounded almost shy, which wasn’t like her.“Somewhere with a door that locks.”“My shop has a door that locks.”“Your shop has a front window and a nosy neighbor.” I turned my thumb over her knuckles. “I’m done grabbing ten minutes with you behind buildings, Kira. I wan
He kissed me again, and this time he was hungry. His hands slid down my sides, and I pulled him closer. His fingers caught the hem of my sweater, and I leaned into him.Outside, a car door slammed.We flew apart. My lips tingled. His hair was wild from my hands."I should go," he said. "Before someone recognizes the truck.""Probably."Neither of us moved. We stayed there, caught in each other's space, waiting for the other one to leave first."Thank you," he said, quieter now. "For being brave enough to say it.""Thank you for being worth it."He kissed me one last time, fast and hard, and slipped out the back.I stood alone in my empty shop, heart racing, mouth still warm from his.I had done it. I had reached for something instead of sitting there hoping to be picked. Whatever came next, whatever pain was waiting down the road, in that moment I felt proud.No more shrinking. No more crumbs. No more asking for permission to want things.My name is Kira Rivers. I run my own business.
But I hadn't. Not like this. Sending it meant saying, out loud, I want something. It meant risking the exact kind of pain I had spent years dodging.He risked his career, I told myself. I can risk my pride.Which brings me back to the send button.Are you awake? I typed.I pressed it.Three dots popped up. Disappeared. Came back. Then: Yes.One word, and I read an entire speech in it. His hesi







