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OSH - PRESENT DAY

"Wait," I said, my voice stopping her as she adjusted her bag.

She turned back, her dark curls bouncing over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt that familiar awkwardness creeping in-the same way I'd felt the first day I met her.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, unsure of where to start. "I need to say sorry. About... being a fucking asshole that first day."

Her brows rose slightly, and I forced myself to continue. "I was just-Asha is everything to me, and I didn't want to screw up. I let that turn me into, well... me."

She smiled softly, her hand brushing against my arm in a way that felt far too kind for someone I barely knew. "It's okay. Really, it is. I know. It's okay,"

Her voice was warm, and for some reason, it made the tension in my shoulders ease. I let out a long sigh and shrugged. "Thanks."

The corner of my mouth tugged upward. "Least I can do is buy you an apology drink?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "I don't drink, actually. I was just here for my sister's bachelorette party." She tilted her head toward the door, her smile widening. "Needed a bit of fresh air. 10:53

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face light up-I couldn't help but stare for a second. It was like noticing her for the first time. The freckles scattered across her nose, the way her dimple deepened when she smiled-it hit me all at once. Before I could say anything, a woman in a too-tight dress and sky-high heels sauntered up, the smell of her

hand landing on my arm. "You were amazing out

feel Vivian's curious gaze shift between us. I took a step back, gently pulling my arm from the fan's grasp.

clearly displeased, before giving Vivian a once-

feeling a little sheepish. "Sorry about

rose in

"What do you

"I mean, what are you doing here? Celebrating

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her, trying to figure out

her voice light, as if my answer didn't really matter either

the bar and the room full of my teammates. "You

"Not really, no. Sorry.

me laugh harder. "The team I play

screen was showing highlights from the game-slow-motion shots of tackles, touchdowns, and the celebration afterward. She blinked, her eyes widening slightly as they moved back to

a grin, amused by

her head, studying me in a way that felt far more personal than anyone had in a long time. "Well," she said after

said, my