One Post, One Player, One Problem

18

The morning sun barely peeked through the windows, but Jazlyn Morales was already wide awake—mostly because Paige Bueckers had her completely wrapped up like a burrito, one leg thrown over Jaz's thigh and her hand... not entirely appropriate for a Sunday morning.

Jaz blinked.

Paige? Still dead asleep. Hair a mess, shirt gone, and a sleepy grin on her lips like she just dreamed of last night's lap dance on a loop.

Jazlyn whispered, "You're a menace," and tried to wiggle out.

Wrong move.

Paige groaned, dragged her right back in with a husky, half-asleep, "Noooo, stay...you're warm and hot."

"Not a real sentence, baby," Jaz whispered through a smile.

Paige cracked an eye open. "Neither were your shorts last night, but they were doing God's work."

Jaz covered her face instantly. "PAIGE!"

Later That Morning — Team Recovery Brunch at Lou & Azzi's Apartment

The entire basketball and cheer team showed up hungover, crusty, and aggressively wearing sunglasses indoors.

Azzi passed out cold brew. Lou tossed Advil like candy. Nika put on a Halloween playlist just to relive the drama.

"Alright," Nika grinned, sipping her iced coffee, "let's talk about what the hell last night was."

"Let's not," Jaz muttered, curled on the couch in one of Paige's hoodies that still smelled like vanilla body oil and regret.

"You two," Lou pointed between Jaz and Paige, "walked in like the Power Couple of Hell and then gave the most NSFW performance Ted's has ever seen."

"Are they even allowed back?" Azzi asked.

"Don't know. Don't care," Paige said with a smirk, stealing a muffin off the table and feeding Jaz a bite. "It was worth the lifetime ban."

"I still can't breathe from Jazlyn's entrance," Nika added. "You glided down the stairs like Lucifer's girlfriend."

Jaz flushed crimson and shoved her face into Paige's hoodie sleeve.

And that's when it happened.

Paige leaned back in her chair, took a long sip of her iced coffee, and said—loud, proud, and dead serious:

"Let's just say... if sin had a dress code, Jazlyn wore it—and it came with a receipt, a halo, and lace I'm still recovering from."

SILENCE.

Mouths dropped. Coffee was spit. Azzi choked. Talia from cheer gasped.

Jazlyn: Face fully buried in her hoodie, screaming into the void.

"PAIGE!" she squealed. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Paige, smug and unbothered, just winked. "Not my fault your costume gave me a spiritual awakening."

The room exploded with laughter.

Closing Moment

Jazlyn had her legs curled under her, head resting in Paige's lap as the teams chatted about class, practice, and what to wear to Geno's upcoming team dinner.

Paige absentmindedly played with her curls and whispered, "You really were the hottest one there."

Jaz looked up, glowing. "You too, stripper."

"Magic Mike," Paige corrected with a grin.

"Magic Mine," Jaz whispered.

Paige blinked. Smiled soft. "Yeah. Forever."