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I perched on the lowest row of the bleachers, feeling the chill of the metal seep through my jeans, despite the gym being warm with all the energy from the players on the court. A hefty fantasy novel lay open on my lap, its pages filled with tales of dragons and destined queens...that may or may not be a Yuri romance between the queens, but I hadn't flipped a single page in the last twenty minutes.
My gaze wandered over the words but didn't register them as I focused instead on the squeak of sneakers and the thud of the basketball, just waiting for practice to wrap up. Waiting for Ethan.
My thoughts were stuck in a relentless loop, and with every second that passed, it only got louder.
This is a bad idea.
What if he hates you after this?
What if he decides he's done for good?
You're going to ruin everything.
You've spent months crushing on him only to do this when you two are actually in a relationship?
You can't tell him. You can't!
