SLOANEMy fingers went numb.The phone slipped from my hand and hit the gym floor with a sharp, ugly crack. The sound cut through the music like a slap—too loud, too final.“Shit,” I whispered, dropping at the same time Ethan did.“I’ve got it,” he said.Our hands reached for the phone together. Our fingers brushed first—his knuckles warm against mine. Then my shoulder bumped his. Then I turned my face to apologize at the exact second he turned his.And our mouths touched.Barely.A soft, accidental brush. Not a kiss. Not really.Just one impossible second of contact that should have meant nothing.Except Ethan froze.So did I.The music kept pulsing. Bodies swayed around us. Lights spun slowly over the polished floor. But all I could feel was the sudden, electric stillness between us. Ethan’s breath caught. Mine disappeared entirely. We were crouched too close, his face inches from mine, my phone lying forgotten between our hands with Riley’s message still glowing on the screen.**Ch
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