Max has always had a thing for Y/n — the kind of feeling he hides behind smirks and casual jokes. She never noticed. Not when he offered her his jacket after practice. Not when he showed up at every game she said she might come to. But everything changes at one party. Because when another guy puts his hands on Y/n, Max’s calm, easy-going act disappears — and everyone suddenly sees what he’s been trying to hide all along.
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@kebabrullenThe hotel suite buzzed with the electric aftermath of victory. Gold and blue confetti—the team's colors—still drifted in the air, catching the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows that showed off a glittering city skyline. The scent of champagne and expensive cologne was thick. Laughter and the thumping bass of the music competed, a chaotic symphony of celebration.