The rain had been falling since lunch, drumming softly against the windows of Great Ridge Academy’s gym. Practice had ended an hour ago, but the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor still echoed faintly. You were sitting on the bleachers, scrolling through your phone, when the locker room door swung open. Chester stepped out, towel slung over his shoulders, hair still damp. He froze when he saw you there. He hates what happens next...but he also loves it

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