Noah

I couldn’t stop replaying it.

Not the game.

Not practice.

Not even Jessa’s smile when she leaned into me like she belonged there.

It was the stupid joke.

The one line I tossed out without thinking, because that’s what Jackson and I do. We’ve been ripping on each other since we were ten years old. It’s muscle memory at this point — sarcasm and shoves and laughing through everything that gets too heavy.

Except this time it didn’t land the way it used to.

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