LOGINJoey's POVI didn't go straight to the club that evening. Most days I would have headed there after my tutoring sessions, but today I was too tired to go immediately. I needed a long bath and a short nap.I stepped inside and found Cassian on the floor in front of the television, his eyes glued to the screen; he was watching PJ Masks.He barely spared me a glance as he muttered, "Hi, Joey."Oh, I wasn't going to take that.I crossed the room, dropped down beside him, and planted a loud kiss on his cheek."Ew," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Go away.""No," I said, laughing. "I am not going anywhere."I kissed him again, twice, until he squirmed and tried to shove me off."Tell me you love me first," I said, holding him in place."No!" He yelled.I reached for his ribs and tickled him. He burst out laughing before he could protest or say anything."Fine, fine!" he shouted between giggles. "I love you! Now, stop!"I let him go, smiling, and pressed one more kiss to
Joey's POVA yawn escaped my lips as I opened my eyes. But I shut them immediately, shielding my eyes from the sunlight that came through the crack in the curtains.When I was sure it was okay, I opened my eyes and sat up slowly, careful not to make noise.I had won the fight, and Gabriel had agreed to sleep in the bed the night before, since his arm was still too sore for the couch.I stood up and stretched my neck. Then I folded the blanket into a neat square and set it down at the foot of the couch.Gabriel was still asleep.I stepped closer to look at him. Just for a second. He always looked different like this, almost like a kid. The sharp edges he carried around all day were gone. His jaw was relaxed and his hair stuck up on one side against the pillow.He looked peaceful.I always imagined this, waking up in bed with him after a long night of making love, and just staring at him. But it never came. And with the way things are between us, it might never come.Suddenly my alarm b
Joey's POV"I am sorry," Gabriel said after a brief silence, and I could tell he meant it. "For all of it."I stared at him, hating what his words did to me, what that softness and vulnerability in his eyes made me want to do to him.I cleared my throat."How did this happen?" I asked, nodding toward the sling.I had to change the topic. I didn't need his apology. Not when I was sure he would do the same thing again, or that the only reason he was apologizing was that I brought it up.Gabriel glanced down at his shoulder like he almost forgot it was there."Practice," he said. "One of my... teammates hit me hard during a drill. It was both a wrong angle and wrong timing. Bad luck, mostly—" He smiled. "I guess I got on the Naughty List."I didn't find his joke funny, not when it seemed like he was trying to cover up something.Something in the way he had said teammate had made my ears perk up. He did not say a name. He said the word carefully, like he was choosing it on purpose to answ
Joey's POVI was still at home, trying to push away the longing for his voice.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at his name on the phone in my hand. It might disappear if I looked long enough.I was still angry and hurt. Still tired of being the one who always ended up chasing answers he never gave freely. But somewhere underneath, something else started pulling at me the moment I heard about his shoulder.I was worried.I mean, it was normal, right? He got hurt during a game. Anyone would worry about someone they used to care about, even if things between them were complicated now.But still, I was sure that something so normal wouldn't keep a person pacing their bedroom at 11 at night, checking their phone every few minutes for a text that they knew would never come.So, I decided to call. But not him, though.I tried Ryder first. It felt safer that way, less like I was reaching out to Gabriel directly and more like I was checking on a friend through someone else.I dialled his n
Gabriel's POVCoach pulled into the driveway and parked, but he did not unlock the doors right away.I sat beside him, waiting, my sling pressing against my chest.“Before you go in,” he said, staring through the windshield, “I want to say something.”“Okay,” I said, waiting.“I overheard your conversation with Ryder, and I have to say: what you need right now are your friends,” he said, turning to me, something tired in his eyes. “Do not push them away. I know you are angry, hurt, and probably embarrassed about how tonight went. But do not push them away because of it.”I said nothing, so he continued.“I did that once, back in college. I had good friends. Real ones. The kind you do not find twice in a lifetime. But I wanted to be a star more than I wanted to be a good friend, so I cut them all off one by one. I told myself I did not have room for anyone who was not helping me get where I wanted to go.”He let out a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh.“But here I am, coach
Joey's POVRed and gold lights moved slowly across the room as I went through the routine, keeping my eyes just above the crowd the way I was taught. But then I caught sight of someone familiar near the back of the room before I fully realized who it was.Ryder.He sat alone at a table near the wall, his drink, untouched, in front of him. He watched the stage without any of his usual energy.I heard from the tutoring group earlier that the team had a game tonight and won.He should have been out celebrating with everyone else. Instead, he sat there looking like a lost dog.Something tightened in my chest when I saw him.Something had to be wrong.I kept dancing, letting my body follow the routine without thinking much. Slowly, I moved toward his side of the room without making it obvious.When I got close enough, his eyes met mine through the mask.I watched his face change as he recognized me.He looked shocked.I understood why.Usually, as part of my routine, I could move around th







