MasukNOAH'S POV The scouts were here.There weren't just one or two but three of them. They wore suits that cost more than my entire wardrobe, had clipboards in hand, and eyes that measured everything from my footwork to the way I tied my shoes. They’d been following me around campus all day like quiet shadows. Watching my warm-ups. Taking notes during drills and also, whispering to each other during film review.This was it.The moment I’d been working toward since I was twelve years old. The draft. The future. Everything my coach had drilled into me, everything I’d sacrificed for, plus everything that was supposed to define me.But all I could think about was her.Elena sat on the bleachers near the baseline, her legs crossed, notebook open on her lap like she was just doing her job. But I knew better. She was pretending to take notes while the whole world felt like it was closing in on me. Her hair was pulled up messily, a few strands falling loose around her face. She looked focused a
ELENA'S POV I was slumped in one of those oversized armchairs near the windows, my black off-shoulder top still slightly damp from the rain I’d walked through earlier. My phone sat face-down on the table like it might explode if I touched it. My head was pounding. My chest felt tight. I was so tired of pretending everything was fine.The automatic doors slid open and the cold night air rushed in. I didn’t look up at first. Then I heard the footsteps and suddenly, Lucas Kane stopped right in front of me.Of course it was him.He looked annoyingly put-together in his dark coat, like he hadn’t spent the last months trying to ruin my life. His smirk was any indication of that.“Elena Voss,” he said smoothly. “Didn’t expect to find you alone down here. Where’s your guard dog?”I lifted my chin, fixing him an icy glare. “What do you want, Lucas? I’m really not in the mood for your villain monologue right now.”He chuckled and dropped into the chair across from me without being invited. “A
NOAH'S POV The bar was loud and messy. Music pounded through the speakers, glasses clinked nonstop, and the air smelled like spilled beer, fried food, and too much cologne. We’d taken over the entire back section of the place, two long tables shoved together with chairs stolen from everywhere else. Half the team was still laughing too loud, retelling the same plays like they were legends already.I sat near the end of the table, nursing my second beer, trying to let the victory sink in. We’d played like shit for three quarters and then flipped the switch in the fourth. Barely scraped the win, but a win was a win. Still, something in my chest wouldn’t settle. My eyes kept drifting toward the door like I was waiting for someone who probably wasn’t coming.“Bro, did you see that last three I hit?” Marcus was saying, leaning back in his chair with a cocky grin. “Swish. Nothing but net. I had three girls waiting outside the locker room after. One of them had these long-ass legs, man. Told
ELENA'S POV This is fine. Totally fine. I’m literally the definition of fine.I stood at the edge of the crowded hotel ballroom like a loser, clutching a vodka cranberry I didn’t even want, watching Noah get worshipped like some kind of basketball god. The party was loud and chaotic and smelled like victory, Axe body spray, and bad decisions. Everyone was celebrating the team’s huge win tonight, but my eyes kept betraying me by locking onto H.I.M.Two girls were basically glued to his sides like glitter on a craft project. The brunette in the tiny red dress kept laughing at everything he said, tilting her head back dramatically like he was the funniest person alive. Her hand was resting on his chest like it belonged there. The blonde on his other side was even worse —she had one arm looped through his and was whispering something in his ear while twirling her hair around her finger.And Noah?He was smiling.That stupid, crooked, heart-stopping scratch that, pant-dropping smile with
NOAH'S POV The pillow wall was a fucking joke.It had lasted less than two hours before surrendering completely. Pillows had slipped, tilted, and finally fallen, leaving nothing but rumpled sheets and open space between us. I lay on my back in the dark, one arm behind my head, staring at the ceiling while the city lights bled faintly through the curtains.Sleep wasn’t coming. Not tonight and definitely not with Elena lying right there. The air conditioning hummed quietly, but it did nothing to cool the heat crawling under my skin.I was painfully, achingly hard.My cock throbbed against the thin material of my sweatpants, leaking steadily, begging for attention I refused to give it. Every small sound she made — every soft sigh, every shift of her legs — sent fresh waves of lust crashing through me. I could smell her. That faint vanilla scent mixed with warm skin and the hotel shampoo. It was intoxicating and torturous.I turned my head slowly to look at her.She had rolled onto her s
ELENA’S POVThe hotel clerk looked genuinely sorry as he delivered the news.“I’m so sorry, Miss Voss. Due to the regional tournament overflow, we’re completely overbooked. We only have one room left and it only has one king bed.”I stared at him. “You’re joking.”He wasn’t.Noah stood beside me, silent and tense, his gym bag slung over one shoulder. I could feel the heat radiating off him even though we weren’t touching. After the long bus ride and the disaster of a game, neither of us had the energy for this.“We’ll take it,” Noah said before I could argue.I shot him a look, but he was already grabbing the key cards.The elevator ride up to the seventh floor was painfully quiet. When we stepped into the room, the reality hit us both at once.It was actually one bed.A very large, very luxurious king bed with crisp white sheets and way too many pillows. The kind of bed that mocked two people who had spent years pretending they couldn’t stand each other.Noah dropped his bag near the







