Mag-log inELENA’S POVThe living room of Jax’s off-campus house smelled like pizza boxes, cologne, and whiskey that had already been opened. Someone had pushed the couches and armchairs into a circle. The lights were low. A Taylor Swift playlist hummed through a Bluetooth speaker, low enough that conversation could still happen over it. Most of the team was there — the ones who didn’t have early morning lifts and the ones who needed to blow off steam after the week we’d all had.I should have left the second Jax pulled the bottle of whiskey out of the kitchen cabinet and held it up like a trophy.I stayed.Lora had texted me earlier that it would be “low-key, just the team, nothing crazy.” I had believed her for about eleven minutes. Now I was cross-legged on the floor between two of the bench players, a plastic cup of something I hadn’t touched sitting near my knee, watching the night tilt in a direction I already knew was dangerous.Jax spun the bottle once on the coffee table for no reason o
NOAH'S POV Sleep never came. I lay on my back in the dark and watched the ceiling fan turn in slow, useless circles. The apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of Elena's breathing from the couch in the living room. She had fallen asleep after we sat at the kitchen table with the letter between us. I had told her to take the bed. She had refused. In the end we both stayed where we were — her on the couch under the blanket I kept for guests, me in the bedroom with the door left half-open so I could hear if she needed anything. I could still see the letter when I closed my eyes. "He is the most terrifying and wonderful thing that has ever happened to me and I think I would burn myself to the ground to keep him safe." I had believed a different story for seven years. I went through it the way I broke down game film, refusing to look away from the ugly parts. Freeze the frame. Ask what actually happened, not what I'd decided happened. The version I had carried since senior yea
ELENA’S POVI woke to the certainty that the night had changed something permanent between us.For a long moment I stayed still on Noah’s couch, the borrowed t-shirt twisted around my waist, the blanket pulled up to my collarbone. I sat up slowly. The floor was cool under my bare feet when I stood. I followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.Noah sat at the table.He was very still. Both hands rested on the wood in front of him. My high-school journal lay closed between his palms, the faded blue cover looking smaller in the morning light. Beside it was a single folded sheet of paper, the edges soft and slightly yellowed. The expression on his face made my breath catch. Something had cracked open behind his eyes, the look of a person who had just been handed a truth they could never un-know.He heard me come in and his gaze lifted.Neither of us spoke. He looked like someone who had been awake for a long time, turning the same pages over and over in his
NOAH'S POVWhat kind of a man would I be if I left the woman who I had just tongue fucked walk out alone in the middle of night?Well, a terrible one.Elena was in the shower. She had stayed because I couldn't let her go home at night alone. Ethan would kill me. It was the least I could do given that I was fucking his sister. I sat on the edge of the couch with my elbows on my knees and stared at the floor.Her bag had fallen over near the arm of the couch when she shrugged out of her jacket. A notebook had slid halfway out. Not the one she used for articles. This one was older — smaller, the corners soft with age, the cover a faded dark blue that had once been closer to navy. It had landed open, pages bent slightly under its own weight.I should have left it alone. I told myself that twice while I stared at it. Then I reached down and picked it up.The handwriting stopped me first.It was hers, but younger. High school. Senior year, maybe earlier. The ink had faded in places to a dul
ELENA’S POVI had only come to return the wallet he left at the bar. That was the story I told myself the entire walk over. My pulse was already too fast. The living room was dim, lit only by a single lamp near the couch and the faint glow from the kitchen. The air smelled like him — clean soap and faint cedar.Noah stood near the hallway, still in the same clothes from earlier, jaw tight, and his eyes dark. The second the door shut he moved.He didn’t ask me to stay. He didn’t give me time to speak. He crossed the space in three long strides, backed me against the wall beside the stairs, and braced both hands on either side of my head. The heat of his body pressed close without quite touching. My breath caught hard in my throat.“You’ve been avoiding me after that night,” he accused, his voice hoarse.“I’ve been busy.”“Liar.”The word landed between us like a spark on dry grass. Sexual tension that had been building for weeks snapped tight. I could feel it in the way his gaze droppe
NOAH'S POVEthan walked in just as the silence between Elena and me had grown thick enough to touch.The bar door opened with its usual soft creak and the faint rush of rain-cooled air. I didn’t look up at first. I was still watching Elena’s face — the way her eyes had gone distant after she turned her phone face-down, the way her mouth had closed around whatever she had been about to say. The almost-confession still hung in the booth like smoke. Footsteps stopped at the edge of our table.I looked up.Ethan stood there in a dark jacket, still moving carefully because of the knee, but his eyes were sharp. He looked at me. Then at Elena. Then back at me. The accuracy of it was almost cruel. He read the room the way only someone who had loved both of us for years could read it.“I’ll come back,” he said quietly.He meant it. I could hear that he meant it. But he didn’t leave fast enough.The three seconds it took him to turn and take the first step toward the door were enough. The spel
NOAH'S POV Practice was usually the only thing that could kill the noise in my head. The basketball court was a kingdom of logic: if you put in the work, you got the result. If you hit the apex of your jump, the shot was yours. The ball slapped against my palm as I drove past Marcus. I pivoted, my
ELENA’S POV The lecture hall smelled like damp notebooks and desperation, a scent that was currently doing nothing to inspire my "fresh start." I slid into a seat halfway up the tiered rows, the wood creaking under my weight as students filtered in around me. Behind me, a guy was arguing with his f
NOAH’S POV The penthouse apartment I shared off-campus smelled like a locker a suffocating cocktail of stale sweat, cold takeout, and the undeniable, pungent scent of Jax’s gym socks. I wrinkled my nose as I crossed the threshold. Most times, my teammates were absolute pigs, and tonight, the mess f
ELENA’S POV The North Dorms’ lobby was a haven of fluorescent lights and the smell of different fragrances but it felt like a sanctuary compared to the suffocating luxury of that Mercedes. I didn't stop to catch my breath or to shake off the water. I sprinted for the elevator, my heart slamming aga







