LOGINChapter 6: Cracks POV: Elias By Thursday I'd stopped sleeping properly. It wasn't one thing. It was the sum of everything — his toothbrush next to mine in the cup, his voice through the wall at night, the way Reyes had started saying "you two" like it was one word, the fact that I could no longer walk into a room in my own house without first checking whether he was in it. Four days of a system I used to control had turned into something I couldn't get a grip on no matter how hard I tried. Training didn't help. If anything it made it worse — an hour and a half of him next to me in the water, matching me, occasionally surfacing just to say something that meant nothing to anyone but us, and by the time we hit the wall on the last set my jaw ached from clenching it. "You're off today," he said, shaking water out of his hair. "I'm fine." "Didn't say you weren't fine. Said you're off." He said it lightly, the way he said everything, but I was in no mood for light. "Maybe I'm off be
Chapter 5: Under One Roof Asher Elias had a system for the bathroom. Towel on the left hook, toothbrush at a precise forty-five-degree angle in the cup, shower first, always exactly six minutes, like he was still racing a clock even when nobody was timing him. I learned all of this in four days of sharing a wall, and I found every part of it stupidly entertaining. “You’re doing it again,” he said Tuesday morning, catching me leaning in his doorway watching him knot his tie. “Doing what.” “Staring.” “Studying my competition. New house rules.” I pushed off the doorframe, unbothered, and reached past him for the towel he’d just hung with military precision. He caught my wrist before I could mess with it. “Don’t.” “Relax, Kann.” Down the hall, I heard Diane’s voice, something about breakfast, close enough that Elias’s whole posture shifted in half a second, cold and careful, the version of himself he kept ready for parents. I matched it without missing a beat, dropped the towel,
Chapter 4: The HouseElias “His name is Marcus,” my mother said. “Marcus Hale.” I already knew where this was going before she finished the sentence. I’d known the second she asked me to sit down at the kitchen table instead of talking to me from across the room like she usually did. “Hale,” I repeated. “You know him. Well, you know his son.” She was watching my face carefully. The way she did when she already suspected an answer wouldn’t be simple. “Asher. You two swim together.” “We’re on the same team.” My voice came out flat, even exactly the way I wanted it to. “I know this is a lot.” She reached across the table like she might take my hand, then didn’t. “Marcus and I have been seeing each other for months. It’s serious. We’re getting married in the spring, and there’s a logistics piece — his house is bigger, better location for your training, and it makes sense for you to move in with us once the wedding date is set. Sooner, actually. He wants us settled before then.” Mo
Chapter 3: No DistanceElias Six a.m. and Asher was already in the water when I got there, which shouldn’t have bothered me and did anyway.“Morning, partner,” he said, not even out of breath, like the word tasted good in his mouth.“Don’t call me that.”“What should I call you. Elias? Kann? Something else?” He grinned up at me from the water, easy, infuriating. “I’m flexible.”Coach Reyes blew the whistle before I had to answer, which was the only good thing that happened in the next hour.The set was brutal by design—mixed intervals, no rest between, meant to simulate race fatigue. Asher stayed on my hip the entire way, matching my splits stroke for stroke like it cost him nothing, occasionally surfacing just long enough to say something under his breath that only I could hear. Nothing dirty. Nothing he needed to be. Just enough to keep me from settling into any kind of rhythm that didn’t include him.“You’re dropping your elbow on the pull,” he said at the wall, halfway through.“
Chapter 2: The PairingAsherCoach Reyes liked his announcements dramatic. He made us sit for it, whole team cross-legged on the deck like we were eight years old, clipboard held against his chest like it contained state secrets.“Nationals push starts now,” he said. “New format this year. Everybody gets a training partner for the semester. Locked pairs, no swapping.”Around me, guys were already muttering guesses, elbowing each other, placing bets on who’d get stuck with who. I already knew. I’d known since the second he said Elias’s name yesterday.“Kann and Hale,” Reyes confirmed anyway, like it needed saying twice.A couple of low whistles went around. Everybody knew what Elias and I were to each other on paper—two years of trading records back and forth since the day we both stepped into this program as freshmen. Two years of me beating him more often than not, and him hating every second of it. He’d always trained harder than anyone on the team. Early mornings, extra sets, perfe
Chapter 1: After HoursElias The stairwell smelled like chlorine and old concrete, and Asher’s mouth was on my neck like he owned it. I had him pinned against the wall two seconds ago. Now I couldn’t remember how he’d flipped it. “Careful,” he said against my skin. “Someone hears you, whole team’s gonna know exactly what you sound like.” “Shut up.” “Make me.” I dragged him back by the collar and kissed him hard enough to bruise, just to shut down whatever line was coming next. It didn’t work. He laughed into my mouth, low and satisfied, like he’d won something. His hand shoved under my waistband. I caught his wrist. “Slow down,” I said. “You’re the one who followed me down here, Kann.” He wasn’t wrong. That was the worst part. I let go of his wrist. His hand kept moving, wrapping around me, stroking with the kind of rough, practiced confidence that came from two months of doing this exact thing in empty corners of the facility. I bit down on the sound that wanted to come o







