Ravi was sitting on the couch, scrolling TikTok, laughing at something dumb.

  Kay sat beside him, pretending her heart wasn’t in her throat.

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  Zayn walked in, fresh t-shirt, towel around his neck, sipping water like he didn’t wreck her whole world last night.

  Ravi didn’t notice a thing.

  But Zayn’s eyes met hers—and held.

  And she knew one thing for sure:

  This wasn’t over.

  Not even close.