Rules were made to protect them. But now? They’re breaking all of them.

Prince survives a cold, corporate dinner with Taylor’s family in Boston—but the moment he’s free, he boards a jet to Miami like a man escaping a cage. No text. No warning. Just need. When Gabrielle opens her door in a robe and bonnet, he doesn’t speak. He just pulls her into him, heart first. They’d said no more Miami. But that night, nothing else existed. Just them. Just now.

By morning, Gabrielle is back in Boston—hooded, anonymous, and walking past Taylor like a ghost. Except Taylor sees her. Sees the walk. The shape. The way Prince looks at her just a second too long. It’s not proof. But it’s too familiar.

After the game, Gabrielle sits alone in a sprinter van, the high of the reunion replaced with a deep ache. Taylor slides into the row across from her—curious, quiet, hunting. One overheard call, one name on the screen, one shift in tone, and the final piece of suspicion clicks into place.

Then in the still hallway of a Boston hotel, Taylor follows her instincts straight to Gabrielle’s floor. And she hears it: soft thuds, breathless kisses, moans that slice through denial. That’s not just sex—it’s possession.

This isn’t a fling.
This isn’t temporary.
This is love.
And now, it’s a problem