Killian’s POVThe neon yellow ball shot past David’s racket, clipping the back line with a sharp, satisfying smack.“Jesus, Rhodes,” David breathed, bracing his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He dropped his racket onto the clay court with an exaggerated sigh. “That was a brutal pass. For someone who claims he barely plays anymore, you’re making me look terrible.”I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist. “You’re only three years older than me, Chen, but you act like you’re twelve years ahead of me. Stand up and hit the ball. Stop moving like you need a retirement home.”David slowly straightened, picking up his racket as his eyes narrowed with fake offense. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you just insulted me while I’m physically exhausted.”“Good. Stop being a pussy.”His mouth twitched before he shook his head. “Oh, I’ll show you who’s pussy.”He bounced the ball twice, tossed it into the air, and served hard down the line. I mov
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