VIOLET
The best memories are usually the ones nobody else knows about.
Five minutes after Liam almost caught us in the equipment alcove, my pulse was still giving a frantic, terrifying sprint against my ribs.
I had saved us by the skin of my teeth, stepping smoothly out from behind Jace’s massive frame with a stack of compliance clipboards in my arms, casually complaining about Coach Daniels’ endless paperwork.
Liam had completely swallowed the bait, laughing about how I was a total workaholic before dragging Jace off to the showers.
We had dodged a literal bullet, but instead of scaring us back into our separate lanes, the near-miss had only amplified the electric, high-stakes charge between us.
By 1:00 AM, the entire campus was blanketed in a heavy, ethereal silence.
I stood by
