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I rolled my shoulders, shaking out the last traces of tension as I scanned the bleachers. The gym buzzed with energy, the crowd electric, a sea of our school colors mixed with Tennessee’s. My eyes locked on Maria instantly.
My baby girl.
She was wearing my jersey, and f**k if that didn’t send a thrill down my spine. My Maria, my girl, my lucky charm. She was so damn beautiful, radiating joy and fierce energy, like she belonged to this moment just as much as I did. Her curls bounced as she laughed at something Cassidy said, but my mood soured slightly when I caught sight of my so-called best friend’s girlfriend wearing Blake’s jersey. Whatever. I didn’t have time to focus on that now.
Henry and I stood at the edge of the court, side by side, watching the other team. They looked
