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BONUS SCENE: GAME NIGHT

Three months after the epilogue

CAM

The gym is dark except for the emergency exit lights casting long shadows across the empty court. It’s past midnight, the building locked down for the night, but I’ve got my key card—one of the perks of being a scholarship athlete heading into senior year.

I’m supposed to be celebrating. We won our scrimmage tonight, I aced my statistics midterm this afternoon, and Coach pulled me aside after practice to tell me scouts from three NBA teams will be at our season opener.

Everything I’ve worked for is finally coming together.

So why the hell am I here alone, shooting free throws in the dark instead of at the team party?

The ball hits nothing but net. Swish. I catch the rebound and dribble back to the line.

Because the person I most want to celebrate with texted me two hours ago that she’s buried in research data and can’t make it tonight.

I’m not mad. Margot warned me at the start of the semester that her thesis work would be brutal. I’ve watched her pour everything into this project—the same focused intensity she once aimed at keeping me academically eligible, now directed at something that could change her entire career trajectory.

I’m proud as hell. I’m also selfish enough to miss her.

The side door clicks open behind me.

“You know, for someone who just spent three hours analyzing defensive patterns, you’re pretty easy to track down.”

I turn, and there she is—Margot in joggers and my old Blackwood hoodie, her hair in a messy bun, glasses slightly crooked. She’s holding two coffees and wearing that small, private smile that’s just for me.

“Thought you were drowning in data,” I say, catching the ball against my hip.

“I was.” She sets the coffees down on the bleachers and walks toward me, her footsteps echoing in the empty gym. “Then I realized I’d rather drown in you.”

Heat floods through me at her words, at the way her eyes drop to my mouth. Three months together and she can still short-circuit my brain with a single look.

“That was smooth, Hale.” I close the distance between us, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. “Been practicing?”

“Maybe.” Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling into my practice jersey. “Or maybe I just really missed my boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” I dip my head, brushing my lips against hers. “How much?”

Instead of answering, she kisses me—deep and hungry and thorough enough that I forget we’re standing in the middle of the court. Her tongue slides against mine and I groan, walking her backward until her back hits the padded wall beneath the basket.

“Margot,” I breathe against her mouth. “We’re in the gym.”

“Mmm.” Her teeth catch my bottom lip. “Your point?”

My point evaporates when her hands slip under my jersey, nails dragging lightly over my abs. “Jesus. You’re trying to kill me.”

“I’m trying to properly congratulate you on your win.” She pushes the jersey up and I help her pull it over my head, not caring where it lands. “And your exam. And—”

I cut her off with another kiss, deeper this time, my hands finding the curve of her ass and lifting. She gasps into my mouth and wraps her legs around my waist, and fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed her.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I murmur against her throat, carrying her toward the bleachers.

“So are you.”

“I’m literally shirtless.”

“Exactly.” Her fingers work at the drawstring of my shorts. “Too many clothes.”

I laugh, setting her down on the second row of bleachers and stepping between her knees. “Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of bossy?”

“You. Frequently.” She tugs me closer, her hands spanning my ribs, thumbs brushing the tattoo over my heart—the one I got two months ago, a small geometric compass with her initials hidden in the design. “You love it.”

“I love you,” I correct, framing her face with my hands. “The bossiness is just a bonus.”

Her expression softens, eyes going warm behind her glasses. “I love you too. Now take off your pants.”

“There she is.” But I’m already hooking my thumbs in my waistband, shoving my shorts and boxers down in one motion while she strips off my hoodie and her sports bra.

The sight of her steals my breath every damn time—soft curves and smooth skin, the way she looks at me like I’m something precious instead of the class clown who barely passed freshman year.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she whispers, reaching for me.

“Like what?”

“Like you can’t believe I’m real.”

I step between her legs again, skin to skin, and kiss her slowly. “I can’t.”

Her laugh turns into a moan when my hand slides between her thighs, finding her already wet. “Cam—”

“Yeah, baby. I’ve got you.”

I work her joggers and underwear down her hips, helping her kick them off, and then she’s pulling me closer, positioning me right where she needs me.

“Condom,” I manage, even though every instinct is screaming at me to thrust inside her.

“Pill,” she breathes. “I’m on the pill. We’re good. We’re—oh god—”

I sink into her slowly, watching her face as she takes me in. Her head falls back, lips parting on a shaky exhale, and I have to close my eyes for a second because the sensation is so intense it’s almost too much.

“Okay?” I rasp.

“More than okay.” Her legs lock around my waist, heels digging into my ass. “Move. Please move.”

I establish a rhythm—slow and deep at first, then harder when she gasps my name and rakes her nails down my back. The bleachers creak beneath us but I don’t care. All I care about is the way she feels around me, the sounds she’s making, the way her body arches into every thrust.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Want to feel you come.”

She obeys immediately, one hand sliding between us, and the sight of her touching herself while I’m buried inside her nearly ends me right there.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

“Cam—I’m close—”

“Let me feel it. Come for me, Margot.”

She shatters with my name on her lips, body clenching around me in waves that drag my own orgasm from somewhere deep in my spine. I thrust through it, grinding against her, making it last as long as possible before collapsing forward with my face buried in her neck.

We stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.

“So,” she says eventually, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulders. “Good celebration?”

I lift my head to look at her, this brilliant, beautiful woman who somehow chose me. “Best celebration. Though we should probably clean up before the night custodian finds us.”

“Probably.” But she doesn’t move, just pulls me down for another kiss. “For the record, I’m really proud of you. Everything you’ve accomplished this semester—”

“We,” I interrupt. “Everything we’ve accomplished. I couldn’t have done any of it without you.”

“Yes you could have. You’re so much more capable than you give yourself credit for.” Her thumb brushes my cheekbone. “But I’m glad I got to be part of it.”

“Part of it?” I catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Margot, you’re the whole damn thing. Every good thing in my life leads back to you.”

Her eyes get suspiciously shiny. “Stop. You’ll make me cry and I’m supposed to be the unromantic one in this relationship.”

“You’re plenty romantic.” I kiss her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “You just hide it behind spreadsheets and statistical analysis.”

“Speaking of which, I should probably get back to my data…”

“Or,” I say, already hardening again inside her, “you could stay a little longer.”

Her eyebrows rise. “Again? Already?”

“What can say? You inspire me.” I roll my hips and her breath catches. “Plus, I’ve got a lot of celebrating to do. Big game coming up, scouts in the stands… I’m going to need my good luck charm working overtime.”

“Your good luck charm?”

“That’s you, baby. Always has been.” I kiss her deep and slow, pouring everything I feel into it. “From that first tutoring session when you looked at me like I was worth the effort. You’re the reason I’m here.”

“Cam—”

“I mean it. Every basket I sink, every test I pass, every damn time I step on this court—it’s because you believed in me first.” I pull back to look at her, making sure she sees the truth in my eyes. “You’re my rebound, Margot. The thing that saved me when I was falling.”

She pulls me down into a kiss that tastes like tears and coffee and promise. When we finally break apart, she’s smiling.

“Then I guess we’d better make sure you’re properly motivated for that season opener.”

I grin, already moving inside her again. “I like the way you think, Hale.”

Outside, the campus sleeps. The gym stays dark. And for the next hour, the only sounds are our breathing, our whispers, and the rhythm of us finding each other again and again in the place where it all began.

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