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I clench my jaw, refusing to let my body react the way it wants to. Because my body remembers.

Remembers what it felt like when he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Remembers how it felt to be touched by him, to be wanted by him.

And right now?

That same energy is crackling between us.

“I can take care of myself,” I bite out, lifting my chin. “I don’t need you stepping in like I’m⁠—”

“Like you’re what?” He takes another step forward, eyes locked on mine, voice just above a growl. “Like you’re someone I give a damn about?”

I stop breathing.

Because this isn’t about the fight anymore.

It never was.

This is about Cape Town.

This is about everything we never said.

And now, standing here, with his chest still rising and falling like he’s just come out of a battle, with the heat of his body practically licking against my skin, I realize something dangerous.

I’m still just as weak for him as I was the night he kissed me like he never wanted to stop.

And from the way his eyes drop to my mouth, the way his breath hitches just slightly, I know he feels it too.

But then⁠—

A voice cuts through the tension, shattering it.

“Everything good here?”

I snap my head toward the tunnel entrance. Dominic. His tone is neutral, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s assessing a situation that isn’t quite adding up. His gaze flicks between us, sharp, knowing. Suspicion written all over his face.

I force myself to step back. Put distance between me and the one man I shouldn’t be standing this close to.

Graham?

He doesn’t move.

His jaw is still tight, his hands still curled into fists, but his eyes⁠—

His eyes haven’t left mine.

And I know, without a doubt, that this?

This is far from over.

Dominic’s voice slices through the tension like a blade, snapping me back into reality. I take a step back, my pulse still hammering in my ears, my body still coiled tight from the fight—both the one on the field and the one that’s been brewing between me and Graham since the second I walked back into his life.

I nod quickly, forcing my voice to sound steady. “Fine.”

Graham doesn’t respond.

I don’t look at him as I turn and head down the tunnel, my hands balled into fists at my sides, my breath coming too fast. I don’t stop walking until I reach the hallway outside the medical room, where the noise from the stadium fades into something dull and distant.