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SAMANTHAMy heart was pounding so loud, I couldn’t hear myself think.I knew it was a bad idea, but I let Liam kiss me anyway. “Sam,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I need closure. I love you. I know you’ll always choose Mason… but just one last kiss.”I opened my mouth, my voice barely holding.“We can’t. Our friendship—”“Shh…” he whispered.And then his lips were on mine.Just for a second. Maybe two. Three, tops.But it was enough.My eyes snapped open.And that’s when I saw him.Mason.He was standing in the shadow across the hall. Silent. Still. His chest was rising and falling, but his face was unreadable.Blank.But not empty.There was pain under it. That slow-burn kind. The kind you feel more than you see.My blood froze.Shit! He saw that.He didn’t blink. Didn’t speak.He just stood there, like the floor had dropped out from under him and he hadn’t decided whether to fall or fight it.I pulled away from Liam so fast I nearly stumbled.“Mason…” My voice cracked.But
MASONI hadn’t moved in thirty minutes.The locker room was freezing, but I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything, really.Same spot. Same posture. Elbows on my knees, head down. Staring at the same cracked tile on the floor like it had answers.My stick bag sat next to me, untouched. Everything else—jersey, gloves, pads—was already off. Except the weight. That was still on me.“I’m the child’s father.”Caleb’s voice kept echoing, like it had taken up an apartment in my skull. Louder than my own thoughts.Louder than the hum of the empty room. Louder than the guilt that had been living in my chest for months.What the fuck happens now?Is this real?All this pain… for nothing?I finally blinked. My contacts were dry. My eyes burned. It snapped me out of the trance just long enough to make my limbs move.I reached down for my bag. It felt like lifting bricks.The door creaked open behind me.“Yo, Mason,” someone said, my teammate, maybe Luke or Jordan. I couldn’t even tell. “You good,
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MASONThe door clicked shut behind me, and for the first time in years, I felt like the world didn’t want me anymore.I stumbled into the hallway blindly.My steps were fast. Aimless. I didn’t even know where I was going. I just needed to be away from that locked door and the sound of her voice telling me to leave.I was halfway to the car before I heard footsteps pounding behind me.“Mason!”Macey.Of course.I kept walking, pretending I didn’t hear her. But she caught up and grabbed my arm just as I reached for the car door.Her nails dug into my jacket sleeve. “Really?” she snapped. “You left your pregnant girlfriend for that thing?”I froze.It was the way she said “that thing.” Like Samantha was disposable. Like she hadn’t been her friend for the longest time.I turned slowly, leveled my gaze at her. “I love Samantha,” I said, voice even.Macey’s eyes widened. “You love her?”I nodded once.“And I won’t let anyone take her from me.”Her mouth fell open. “She’s not yours to claim
SAMANTHA“Don’t you have any shame?!”Her voice cracked through the air.I froze.So much for hellos.Macey stood in the doorway like she owned it, fury in every inch of her frame.Her eyes were wild, arms folded tight across her chest, like if she let go, she might actually throw something at me.I didn’t move. Couldn’t. I just stood there, bare-legged in Mason’s wrinkled shirt, my heartbeat tripping over itself like it was trying to run from the truth.She didn’t wait for me to answer.“You’re seriously standing here like this? Like you didn’t just fuck someone else’s boyfriend again?”I blinked.No response came. Not because I didn’t have one—God, I had too many—but because I was tired. Embarrassed. But mostly… numb.Maybe I didn’t have shame.Maybe I lost it the day I chose him over myself.“Macey,” I started, my voice dry, throat raw.“No,” she snapped, stepping inside like she’d been holding back a tidal wave and finally let it go. “No, you don’t get to play soft or sad or whate
SAMANTHAThe light was soft. Pale. The kind that kissed your skin without waking you.It was barely 5am, but the sky was already beginning to turn that hazy blue-gray.And I was wide awake.Mason lay behind me, his chest warm against my back, one arm heavy and possessive around my waist like his body was still claiming mine in sleep.His breathing was slow, but not innocent or peaceful.His skin was warm.I just lay there.Still.Except I wasn’t still. Not really.I was aware. Of everything.The ache between my thighs. The mess we’d made.The memory of how hard I came with his name in my throat. The feel of him, thick and deep, stretching me open like I was meant to be filled by no one else.And maybe it was madness, wanting more after how hard he’d taken me just hours ago.But that’s what it was with Mason. Obsession. Need. A hunger that didn’t fade, it just waited to be fed again.I pressed back, slow, like a whisper. My bare ass brushed against the ridge of him. He was already hard