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She frowns. “What does that mean?”

Before I can answer, her lips crash into mine, rough, desperate. She sucks my lower lip, dragging her teeth over it, and despite everything, my cock twitches in my pants.

Fuck.

Her hands slide down my chest, gripping at my shirt as she rolls her hips against me, slow and deliberate. My jaw locks.

“Maya.” My hands come up to her waist, trying to still her, but she just moves harder, sucking at my neck now. “Maya, stop.”

Her breath is warm against my skin. “Please talk to me.” Her voice is so fucking soft, but she grinds down again, trying to pull me back in. “Whatever it is, we can—”

“There’s someone else.”

Everything goes still.

Maya pulls back, her hands frozen where they rest against my chest. Her lips part slightly, like she’s about to say something, but nothing comes out.

I swallow. “I told you that last time we talked. It wasn’t… it was the truth.” My voice is low, almost ashamed. “I never fucking planned to catch feelings for someone else, but—” I drag a hand through my hair, my head tilting back against the couch. “Sienna snuck past my defenses.”

Maya blinks, then lets out a quiet, breathy laugh. But there’s no humor in it. “Sienna?”

I nod.

She shakes her head a little, still staring at me like she doesn’t quite understand. “I talked to her before the game started.” Her voice is unreadable.

I close my eyes for a second, fighting the urge to just fucking disappear.

Silence stretches between us.

Then Maya’s brows pull together. “Wait.” Her head tilts slightly, as if she’s piecing something together. “Wait, is she the reason that guy punched you?”

I press my lips together and nod.

Her mouth parts. “Holy shit.” She lets out a breath, sitting back on my lap like she needs space but doesn’t want to move away. “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?”

I rub my face with both hands. “It’s not just her,” I mutter.

Maya stares. “What?”

I force myself to look at her. “I’m in a…harem.”

Her head jerks back. “Awhat?”

“With her and Eli.”

Maya blinks, processing. Then she exhales sharply, shaking her head. “Jesus Christ, Caleb.”

I have nothing to say.

Her hands drop to her lap, fingers twisting together. “You know…” She exhales again, blinking quickly like she’s trying to hold something back. “I was so fucking excited when my mom told me we were moving back.” Her voice wobbles slightly, but she pushes through. “I thought we’d have another chance.”

Fuck.

I drag a hand through my hair. “Maya—”

She looks up at me, something raw and desperate in her expression. “Our breakupkilledme.” Her voice cracks, her fingers digging into her own skin. “I—I didn’t know how to exist without you.”

My chest tightens. I reach for her hand, and for a second, she lets me hold it.