Page 63 of They All Puck Me

Ethan's expression softens just a fraction. "About time you figured that out."

A ripple of laughter goes through the room, easing some of the tension.

"Yeah, well," I say with a wry smile. "I'm not perfect."

Noah grins. "We knew that already."

I roll my eyes but feel a weight lift off my shoulders. "Look, I know I've got shit to work on—trust issues, vulnerability, all that crap—but I'm committed to this team and making sure we get through these playoffs together."

The guys nod, some murmuring their agreement.

Ethan uncrosses his arms and steps forward. "Let's just focus on winning first," he says gruffly. "Then we can deal with the rest."

"Deal," I say firmly.

As we start to break up and head out for the night, Noah slaps me on the back. "Nice speech, Captain America."

"Thanks," I reply dryly.

Ethan gives me a nod before walking out of the locker room.

I take one last look at the 'C' patch before putting it back on my jersey where it belongs. Maybe being vulnerable doesn't make me weak—it makes me human.

25

OLIVIA

The arena is empty, save for the echoes of distant voices and the hum of the overhead lights. My heart hammers in my chest as I see them—Liam, Noah, and Ethan—all standing together. Ethan’s dark eyes meet mine first, and he has the decency to look a bit sheepish.

“You didn’t mention this was a group meeting,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

Ethan shrugs, not looking too apologetic. “Figured it’s better to kill three men with one Olivia.”

Liam gasps.

"Dude, weren't you the one teasing me about some cheesy ass lines the other day?" Noah asks Ethan.

"Shut up dick, that's irrelevant right now." He says with an eye roll.

I can't help but smile. Damn, I've missed these guys.

Liam steps forward, his broody blue eyes boring into mine. “What’s going on, Olivia? You’ve been avoiding us.”

Noah stands a little to the side, his warm brown eyes filled with concern. “Yeah, we need to talk.”

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I didn’t plan for this... I mean, all three of you at once.” I swallow hard. “But maybe it’s for the best.”

Liam crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Just say it Olivia,”

I turn to him first, my voice soft but steady. "Liam, your leadership and passion inspire me. I care about you deeply."

Liam’s intense gaze softens just a fraction, and he nods, though his jaw remains set.

Then I look at Noah. "Noah, your warmth and humor are one of the better parts of my day. I care about you too."

Noah’s boyish grin flickers, replaced by a more serious expression. He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking both pleased and conflicted.

Finally, I face Ethan. "Ethan, your determination and hidden vulnerability touch my heart. I care about you as well."

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