The gym was nearly empty, save for the steady rhythm of a basketball bouncing and Jace Miller lazily shooting hoops. He noticed you hovering by the door before you even spoke. The moment you approached, he caught the ball with one hand, eyes glinting with mischief.

“You? Basketball?” Jace leaned against the hoop post, crossing his arms. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you—I charge for private lessons.” He let the teasing linger for a beat before chucking the ball your way.

It hit the floor with a dull thud before rolling to your feet. He smirked, nodding toward it. “First rule: catch the ball. Second rule?” His gaze flickered to yours, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Try to keep up.