LOGINNOAH'S POV I was done pretending.Across the crowded gala, Jax leaned in close to Elena, his mouth right next to her ear. Whatever the fuck he said made her tip her head back and laugh, really laugh. Not the sarcastic little chuckle she threw at me, but a bright, genuine sound that hit me straight in the chest like a cheap shot. Her red lips curved, eyes sparkling under the chandeliers, that sinful black dress riding higher on her thighs as she shifted.Something inside me snapped clean in half.I’d spent the entire night watching other people touch her. Smile at her. Dance with her and now Jax — my own goddamn friend — was pulling that sound out of her like it was easy. Like he had any right.Fuck that.I slammed my empty glass on the bar and cut through the crowd, ignoring the coaches trying to flag me down. The balcony doors were open to let in cool night air. I stepped outside, the noise of the gala fading behind me.There she was.Elena stood at the stone railing, backlit by str
ELENA'S POV "No," Lora said, pulling the magenta dress out of my hands and returning it to the closet. "Absolutely not. We are not doing safe tonight.""I like that dress.""You wear that dress to job interviews." She was already deep in my closet, with the focus of a woman on a dangerous mission. "Tonight is not a job interview.""Tonight is a university athletics gala that I am attending as press.""Tonight," Lora said, emerging with something red draped over her arm, "is the night Noah Hale remembers what he's been trying to pretend he doesn't want." She held it up. "This one."I looked at the dress. The dress looked back at me. It was the color of something dangerous and it had no business being in my closet and I had bought it six months ago in a different city during a different version of my life when I had briefly believed I was the kind of person who wore things like that to places."Absolutely not," I said.Forty minutes later I was wearing the dress.I smelled the gala bef
NOAH'S POV I walked into the Ridgewood Athletic Gala expecting cheap beer, awkward coaches in wrinkled polos, and maybe a sad chessboard. What I got instead was crystal chandeliers, black-tie bullshit, and the kind of crowd that screamed old money mixed with university donors who could end careers with one signature. Fuck. I should’ve read the invite closer and probably dressed more. The gray shirt and navy blue pants felt really inappropriate for this event. I should have taken the tux Bryant had handed. I tugged at my tie, already scanning for the quickest exit, when the entire room tilted sideways. There she was. Standing near the far windows like a goddamn fever dream wrapped in midnight silk. The dress was black, dangerously low-cut, and clung to every curve like it had been poured over her body. It dipped between her breasts, hugged her waist, then flared just enough to tease the tops of her thighs. Her hair was down, falling in soft waves that made my fingers itch to fist
ELENA'S POV "If you say it was a 'lapse in judgment' one more time, I swear I’m dumping this iced matcha straight on your head." Lora didn’t look up from her phone. Her acrylic nails—a fresh set of almond-shaped, silver tips—flew against the screen with the speed of a professional hacker. We were in our usual corner booth at the campus cafeteria, the afternoon sun turning my melting drink into a sad little puddle. I couldn’t stop touching my lower lip. It was puffy and sensitive. Like it was still whispering secrets about last night."I’m not calling it that," I muttered, my cheeks already burning. "It was more like a full-on meltdown. A nuclear bomb, if you could call it that. We were in the law section of the library and it just exploded."Lora finally paused, and one perfectly arched brow lifting. "Exploded how? Like he had you pinned against the shelves, tongue deep, hands everywhere? Did the books fall? Be honest, babe. I need visuals and you're not exactly giving me that with
NOAH'S POV I wasn't looking for a book. I was looking for the reason my life was currently a heap of smoldering ash. I found her in the corner of the law section, tucked between two shelves of leather-bound records. She was sitting on the floor, her back against the mahogany, a single desk lamp casting a harsh light over her. She looked up when my boots hit the carpet, and for a second, the world just stopped turning. I walked into her space, my height cutting off the light until she was looking up at me from the dark. "Noah," she breathed. I reached out, my hand slamming against the bookshelf above her head. The sound was a violent crack in the silence of the library. I leaned down, my face inches from hers, my breath hitching in a way that had nothing to do with the walk up the stairs. "You think you can hide back here?" I rasped, my voice a jagged edge. "You think if you stay in the dark long enough, I’ll forget that you’re the one set to ruin me?" "I'm not here to ru
ELENA'S POV They say the silence after a tragedy is the loudest thing you’ll ever hear.Tonight, the tragedy wasn't the car in the canyon, it was the hollow, echoing stillness of the locker room after Noah Hale had just set fire to his own crown. Outside, the world was a riot—sirens, screaming fans, and the flash-fry of paparazzi cameras—but in here, under the flickering fluorescent light, there was only the sound of a man breaking.Noah was slumped on the bench, his jersey hanging from his frame like a shroud. He looked less like a fallen king and more like a ghost that had finally run out of places to haunt.I didn't say anything as I approached. I couldn't. My heart was a bruised, frantic thing, hammering against my ribs with a rhythm that felt like glass shards. I stopped when my sneakers hit the puddle of melted ice by his feet."You should get out of here," I whispered. "Before the board of directors finds a way to lock the doors."He didn't look up. He didn't even move. "Let t







