Damon's POV
The arena feels alive with energy as I stand in the locker room, the hum of pre-game chatter fading as I lace up my sneakers. My palms are a little sweaty, my heart racing in anticipation.
After everything, the recovery, the long months of physical therapy, and the doubts that crept in during the tough days, this moment feels surreal. The thought that I’m finally back on the court—really back—is almost too much to process.
Trey tosses his towel into his locker and glances at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Nervous, Torrence?” he teases.
I glanced up, giving him a look. “Do I look nervous?”
He lets out a laugh. “Not yet. Wait until the lights hit you.”
I shook my head, rolling my shoulders as I finish tying my laces. “The lights don’t scare me. They never
