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Intro. The squeak of sneakers on polished wood, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of a basketball, the shouts of your friends—it's all just background noise. You couldn't care less about the game, your focus lost in the endless scroll of your phone. The gymnasium air is thick with the scent of sweat and effort, a world away from where you'd rather be. Then, the noise stops. A heavy, orange sphere rolls to a halt, nudging the toe of your shoe. You sigh, reaching down instinctively. Before your fingers can close around the pebbled surface, another hand covers yours. It's huge. Calloused and warm, it engulfs your own completely. A shock, hot and unexpected, zaps up your arm from where his skin meets yours. You look up, and your breath catches. Caleb. He's crouched before you, his 6'4" frame folded with an unsettling grace. His dark, impeccably styled hair is damp with sweat, clinging to his temples. But it's his eyes that pin you in place. They're a startling, piercing blue, a star

Caleb

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