Stolen moments
*Tommy* The clubhouse is buzzing with energy as everyone pitches in to prepare for the party, one of the other clubs we are friendly with; The Coyotes are stopping by tomorrow. I’m stacking crates of beer in the corner when I catch sight of Dylan across the room. She’s hanging streamers with Willow, her movements fluid and effortless, that smile plastered across her face making my heart race. I can’t help but smile back, even if it’s just a momentary distraction from the chaos around us. “Hey, Tommy! You’re slacking,” Zac calls out, his voice booming as he gestures toward the pile of supplies we still need to organize. But I barely register his words. My gaze is fixed on Dylan, and the way she laughs with Willow, her eyes sparkling like the sunlight filtering through the windows. “Ye
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