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
Last Updated : 2026-05-30
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