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“And so you didn’t.”
Simple.
Like it was inevitable.
I huff a small laugh. “It wasn’t that clean.”
“It never is.”
I lean back slightly.
“First time I picked up a volleyball was in gym class,” I say. “I just… kept going.”
His eyes don’t leave me.
“You were destined for it.”
I pause.
“What?”
“You recognized what you were capable of.”
That lands.
Deeply.
We sit there a while longer.
Not talking.
Not needing to.
It’s not awkward.
It’s just… full.
By the time we leave the hotel, something has shifted.
Not softened.
Not solved.
But…
aligned.
Campus feels louder when we step back onto it.
Word travels fast.
Faster than I expected.
Heads turn.
Phones lift.
Whispers ripple.
