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letsgetrowdy43 · 4 months ago

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Juna (Rowan's Version)—

Jack Hughes x Molly James

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no in-depth details. Brief mention of alcohol. Swearing. Mention of Jack's injury!

Notes: loosely based on the song "Juna" by Clairo. there really is no instense plot, just a whole lot of love and worship :))) also, Molly is a plus-size model, but I really try not to make her weight the focal point of the fic!!

"Come to me slowly"

Molly was the talk of the industry.

For the past few months, it felt like the New York fashion scene couldn’t get enough of her, and if she was being honest she wasn’t complaining. As a plus-size model, opportunities were scarce and less likely to fall into one’s lap. So, she savoured every moment in the spotlight and squeezed every advantage out of this era.

To the audience it seemed like she had taken the city by storm, walking for high-end designers and becoming the face of several campaigns. She was everywhere, her name in lights, her face gracing the covers of magazines, her influence undeniable.

But despite all the attention, Molly was still the same girl from a small town in Maine, navigating the flashing lights of fashion week with the quiet confidence that had always been her trademark. To the world, she appeared as this untapped potential, slowly opening the world’s eyes to a beauty that had been kept hidden.

That night, at the Tommy Hilfiger afterparty, she was just one of the many beautiful, semi-powerful people in the room, but it wasn’t the brands or the designers that caught Jack Hughes’s attention.

It was her.

He didn’t know how he and Nico (who had ditched him at the first sight of instagram models) had gotten on the guest list for this thing. One moment, he was at home, trying to figure out what to wear for an event he hadn’t been prepared for. The next, he was being ushered into the glittering, glass-walled venue, surrounded by fashion icons, micro-influencers, and celebrities, none of whom seemed to care that the New Jersey Devils star had just wandered in.

He wasn’t even a huge fashion guy, and everyone could tell just by looking at his lacklustre outfit at this party, but it was likely the devil's brand deal with Tommy Hilfiger that had gotten him an invite, and he wasn’t about to turn it down.

That’s when he saw her from across the room.

Molly was standing by the bar, chatting with someone he didn’t recognize in the slightest. He wasn't even sure if he fully knew who she was, but her easy laugh echoed above the music caught his attention.

Her dark hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, and she wore a dark navy blue silk skirt with a slit that showed just the perfect amount of her thigh, paired with a cream-coloured top made of sheer lace with bows on the sleeves —she looked like something out of a dream.

Her outfit really left little to the imagination, but Jack had never been so captivated and itching to know more. She was magnetic, a presence that pulled Jack in without him even realizing it.

It wasn’t just her looks—though she was undeniably stunning—it was the way she held herself. Confident, unbothered by the buzz of the party around her, the apples of her cheeks rose shade as she laughed along with the woman in front of her before bidding her goodbye.

Before he could stop himself, he was making his way toward her.

"Well, don't you look a little out of place," Molly teased as Jack approached, her smile knowing like she had already read him like a book. "How could you tell?" "You're just a smidge under-dressed," she lifted her fingers, holding them an inch apart to emphasize just how little.

Jack chuckled, his face heating up as he grew flustered, a little caught off guard by how effortlessly cool she was. “I’m Jack,” he said, offering his hand but not feeling like he needed to fully introduce himself.

For some reason, it didn’t matter who she knew him as, just Jack was good enough.

“Molly,” she replied, shaking his hand. There was something about the way she said it—easy and breezy—that made him feel more at ease than he’d been all night.

Molly didn’t seem in a hurry to let go of his hand. Neither was he.

It was a few beats too long, just enough for her lips to twitch in amusement before she pulled away, her fingertips grazing his palm as she reached for her drink on the bar which she was eaned up against.

"So, Jack," she mused, swirling the golden liquid in her glass. "What’s a hockey player doing at a fashion week afterparty?"

So she did know who he was.

He huffed a laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Would you believe me if I said I have no idea?" Molly grinned. "Honestly?" she whispered lowly before bringing her wine glass up to her lips, "Yeah."

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “Something about a brand deal with Tommy Hilfiger. Got an invite, figured—why not?” He glanced around the room. “Though I’m starting to think I should’ve dressed better.��

Molly let her gaze trail over him once again—slow, deliberate.

"I won’t lie, you do look a little misplaced," she teased, but her tone was light and playful.

Jack smirked. "And you? Do you always look this—" he gestured vaguely, "put together?" "Comes with the job," she said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before she fixed the pendant of the necklace around her neck to sit perfectly between the valley of her breasts.

Jack nodded, pretending to be serious. "Right, right. And what exactly is the job? Because I get the feeling you’re kind of a big deal."

Molly hummed, tilting her head toward the big campaign poster for the brand with her face on it. her grin growing as she watched the realization hit him.

Jack blinked. "Uh— as you said, I am very much not meant to be here right now" Molly’s lips pressed together like she was fighting back laughter. "That is most definitely not what I said," she mused, her voice filled with amusement, "if anything it's kind of refreshing."

Jack exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "That makes one of us."

Molly tilted her head, watching him with open curiosity. "So you really had no idea who I was before tonight?"

Jack shrugged, half-smiling. "I mean, I do now." Molly hummed, swirling the last of her drink in her glass. "Interesting." Jack raised a brow. "Interesting, how?" "Nothing, I just like my men a little clueless," she shamelessly flirted just to see if it would have any impact on him.

Jack groaned, rubbing his temple as the blush on his face deepened to a shade Molly didn't even think was human-possible

He was really pretty, in a stupid way. His hair was a little shaggy, his lips a pretty pink, and the way he was staring at her was sending her spiralling

"I'm making a fool of myself, aren't I?" "I kinda like it," she admitted. Jack grinned. "Well, in that case, I’ll try to keep up the act."

Molly laughed, a soft, genuine sound that made something tighten in his chest. He didn’t even know why. He’d just met her. And yet—

She nudged his arm with hers, breaking the moment before it could settle into something heavier. "Come on, Hockey Boy, let’s get you a drink before someone mistakes you for an intern." Jack scoffed, feigning offence. "Wow. So that’s how it is?"

Molly smirked. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they know you’re a very important intern."

Jack rolled his eyes but followed her toward the bar anyway, fighting the ridiculous urge to smile like an idiot.

This night had taken a turn.

And he wasn’t mad about it.

★★★★

"It's when you talk close enough, that I feel it on my skin, breathe it in"

The city seemed so much quieter at the latest hours of the night, the usual chaos of New York simmering down to the occasional hum of traffic and the distant laughter of people spilling out of late-night spots.

Jack walked beside Molly, hands shoved deep in his pockets, sneakers scuffing against the pavement as his shoulder bumped hers every once in a while.

He had offered to walk her home—half because it felt like the right thing to do, half because he wasn’t ready to stop talking to her yet.

Molly didn’t seem to mind as she led the way, showing him all of her favourite places to eat and shop as they passed all of the cute storefronts.

They had settled into an easy rhythm, conversation flowing between them, just like it had at the party, but this time with undivided attention on the other.

They talked about everything and nothing—her career, his season, the ridiculous fashion trends they had seen that night, and even Jack's predictions on Nico's current whereabouts. Every so often, she’d laugh, and Jack would find himself watching her more than he should.

Her smile had his stomach in knots, which to him felt like so childish, but it was almost unbearable to watch her eyes as she starred up at him so attentively while she laughed at his words.

And now, standing outside her apartment building, the air between them felt different.

Charged. Expectant.

Jack leaned a shoulder against the brick wall, looking down at her with a lopsided grin. "So, do I get points for chivalry?" Molly arched a brow. "Fishing for compliments are you?" "Maybe." He shrugged, tilting his head. "Did it work?"

Molly huffed a quiet laugh, but her expression softened as she looked up at him. The streetlight above cast a warm glow over her face, highlighting the knowing gleam in her dark eyes as she bit her glossed bottom lip.

Jack wasn’t stupid.

He could feel the shift. The way she lingered just a little longer, the way her gaze flickered—briefly—to his mouth but then back up to his eyes.

And maybe it was the late hour, or the way she had been looking at him all night, or the fact that he had never wanted to kiss someone this much on a first meeting, but he took a small step closer, testing the waters.

Molly didn’t move away.

But she didn’t lean in, either.

Instead, she exhaled slowly and smirked, shaking her head just slightly as she placed her hand gently on his chest a pushed him away slowly.

"Jack," she murmured, her voice carrying the kind of amusement that made his stomach twist as her smile grew a little at the way she could easily read him, "You’re not slick." Jack blinked. "I—what?"

Molly rolled her eyes, but there was something fond about it. "You think I don’t know what you’re doing?" Jack held up his hands, feigning innocence. "What am I doing?" Molly crossed her arms, giving him a pointed look. "You’re trying to sleep with me, or at least you are trying to see if I'll invite you upstairs."

Jack’s jaw went slack, he’d never been caught mid attempt, "I—I am not."

Molly gave him a look.

Jack groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Okay, fine—maybe I was thinking about kissing you." She raised a brow. "And?" Jack hesitated, unsure where she was going with this. "And… that’s not a crime?"

Molly hummed, tilting her head. "No. But you could try something different." Jack blinked. "Like what?"

Molly took a step closer—close enough that he could smell the soft trace of perfume on her skin, lavender and something soft, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off of her.

"Next time," she murmured, her voice smooth, teasing, "instead of trying to fuck me—" she poked a finger lightly against his chest, "—try asking me out first."

Jack swallowed. Hard.

Molly didn’t wait for a response. She gave him one last knowing smirk, turned on her heel, and disappeared through the doors of her apartment building, leaving Jack standing there—stunned, amused, and more intrigued than he’d ever been in his life.

★★★★

"Most of these days (most of these days), I don't get too intimate. Why would I let you in? (Why would I let you in?)"

Molly had been in front of the camera for hours, shifting between poses, caked in colourful makeup while listening to the photographer’s instructions, and effortlessly delivering the kind of shots that had made her the talk of the industry.

But now?

Now she was on a break, curled up in the makeup chair in her sweats, grinning way too much at her phone as she sipped on her iced latte.

She knew she looked ridiculous, grinning ear to ear at the reels Jack was sending her on Instagram.

But she couldn’t help it, she hadn't felt invested in a boy in years.

Jack was now texting her—something stupid about a horrific outfit Luke had worn to practice, complete with a messy mullet and a blurry, poorly taken photo—and Molly had been losing it ever since.

"Okay, spill," came a voice from behind her.

Molly startled, nearly dropping her phone as she looked into the mirror in front of her to see her assistant and self-proclaimed best friend.

Vera was watching her from over her shoulder, looking from Molly's huge smile to her phone, one perfectly sculpted brow arched in suspicion.

"What?" Molly asked, trying, and failing, to change her expression into something neutral. Vera smirked. "Don’t ‘what’ me. I’ve been watching you make that face at your phone for the past ten minutes, I'm intrigued!!"

Molly blinked. "what face?" her eyes squinted as she attempted to change the subject "The giddy one that is plastered on you right now!" Molly scoffed. "I am not—"

Vera shot her a look.

Molly sighed, slumping in her chair.

Busted.

"Fine," she muttered, glancing at her phone again before locking it. "I’ve been talking to someone, but it is so far from serious." Vera perked up immediately. "A someone? As in, a guy someone?" Molly groaned. "Why did I say anything?" Vera grinned. "Because you’re dying to tell me."

Molly hesitated, chewing on her lip. Was she?

Jack was… Unexpected.

She hadn’t expected him to text her after that night. She definitely hadn’t expected to enjoy their conversations this much. But it felt so effortless to ramble on with him. It was the kind of banter that had her looking forward to her phone lighting up with his name.

Vera, apparently, saw everything on her face, because she gasped.

"Oh my God," she breathed, leaning forward. "You like him." Molly’s stomach flipped as she glared at the girl through the mirror. "I do not." Vera cackled. "Oh, babe. You so do, it's so clear."

Molly groaned, covering her face with her hands. "I literally hate you."

Vera just smirked, nudging Molly’s knee with her own. "So. Who is he?" Molly hesitated as Vera's handw squeezed her shoulders. Then, finally, she sighed.

"His name is Jack," she admitted. "Jack Hughes."

Vera blinked. Then her jaw dropped, and hsi hands flew up to cover her mouth and stop the dramatic gasp.

"As in the Jersey devil? That Jack Hughes?"

Molly nodded sheepishly, cringing a little as she waited for a squeal.

Vera stared at her for a long second. Then, out of nowhere, she slapped her hands down on the vanity table, "I fucking knew it." Molly groaned. "Vera—" "No, no," Vera said, pointing at her. "You cannot look that happy over some guy’s texts and not expect me to investigate. You deserve some lovin', babe!"

Molly rolled her eyes. "It’s not even a big deal." Vera scoffed. "Please. You literally turned down that cute girl at the bar last week, and I thought you were just being picky, but now I know it’s because you were already mentally spoken for."

"I was not—"

Vera crossed her arms. "Molly. Babe. Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t drop everything if he asked you out right now."

Molly opened her mouth.

Then shut it.

Vera grinned. "That’s what I thought."

Molly sighed, "It's really not like that though, we have only gone out for lunch once, and he didn't even attempt to make another move," she said tipping her head back against the chair.

Vera wasn’t buying it. Not even a little bit.

She leveled Molly with a knowing look, tapping her manicured nails against the vanity table. "Okay, let’s break this down. One, you’re literally beaming over his texts like a teenager with a crush, which in the year and a half ive known you, you have never once done that. Two, you went to lunch—alone—which is basically a soft launch date. And three, he didn’t make a move, which, babe, is the biggest sign that he actually likes you."

Molly squinted at her. "How does that make any sense?"

Vera rolled her eyes. "Because if he just wanted to hook up, he would have made a move already. But he didn’t. Which means he’s actually into you and probably doesn’t want to screw it up by moving too fast."

"The issue is that I shut down the first move he tried to make," Molly admitted, running a hand through her hair. "So maybe he just took the hint and backed off??" Vera scoffed. "Babe. Please. If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t still be texting you like you’re his favorite part of the day," her brow arched as she watched the blush grow from her cheeks to the tips of hr ears.

Molly hesitated, thumb brushing over the side of her phone. That part was true. Jack had been consistent—always sending something to make her laugh, checking in even when she was too busy to reply right away.

Because… well. Shit.

She hadn’t really thought about it like that.

Vera grinned. "Oh my God, you so like him."

Molly groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Vera, please."

"No, no, this is great." Vera grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her lightly. "This means you actually care what happens next, which means you need to figure out what the hell you’re gonna do about it." Molly sighed. "There’s nothing to do. We’re just… talking."

"Uh-huh," Vera smirked. "And how long before ‘just talking’ turns into ‘just sleeping over at his place accidentally’? And then that turns into banging-" Molly glared. "I hate you." Vera laughed. "You love me. And when this turns into something real, you’re gonna look back at this moment and thank me for being right."

Molly shook her head, grabbing her phone and standing up. "I need to go back to work before I let you gaslight me into a relationship that doesn’t exist."

Whether Molly wanted to admit it or not…

She was already in deep.

★★★★

"But I think again"

Jack had never kicked Luke out of their shared apartment before—not really. But tonight? Well tonight was different. Because tonight, he was making dinner for Molly.

"Are you serious right now?" Luke groaned from the doorway, clutching his gaming headset like Jack had just personally ruined his night. Jack levelled him with a look. "Dead serious, I need you to leave."

Luke scoffed. "Bro, you literally never cook—" "Yeah, well, I am tonight." Luke’s eyes narrowed. Then, suspiciously, he glanced toward the kitchen, where Jack had already set the table with an actual tablecloth and real candles.

His gaze snapped back to Jack.

"Oh my god." Luke’s face split into a shit-eating grin before he barked out a laugh. "You’re trying to impress her?" Jack rolled his eyes, shoving Luke toward the door. "Shut up and go to Seamus' or something."

Luke cackled, grabbing his jacket. "I’m telling Mom about this." "Don’t you fucking dare." But Luke was already out the door, still laughing as Jack slammed it shut behind him.

He turned back toward the kitchen, checking on the pasta. It was… edible... or at least looked edible, which was probably the best he could hope for.

And just in time—because a soft knock at the door made his stomach flip as he ran a hang through his hair.

Molly.

He wiped his hands on a towel before opening the door, and—

Wow.

She looked insane. In a good way. In the best way.

Her dark natural curls were loose around her shoulders, and she was wearing a simple red halter-top tank with loose-fitting jeans, nothing fancy, but something about the way her jeans hugged her curves made his brain short-circuit.

"Hey," she said, smiling. "I brought wine," she grinned as she pulled a bottle of pinot grigio from her tote bag and placed it in his hands

Jack blinked. "Oh. That’s—cool. Good. Nice." Molly’s lips twitched up into the beginning of a shy smile. "You okay there?" "Yeah." He definitely was anything but fine. "Come on in!"

She stepped inside, glancing around at the quiet atmosphere of his apartment, slightly endeared by the plethora of photos of him and his brother and best friends that littered the walls before her eyes landed on the dining room.

"Wow, candles and everything? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me." Jack choked. "I—no. I mean—not no—I just—"

Molly laughed at his nerves, shaking her head as she took the bottle of wine from his hands set it down on his marble counter top. "Relax, Hughes. I’m messing with you."

Jack exhaled. Okay. Cool.

This was going just fine...

Dinner actually went surprisingly well.

Molly teased him about the fact that the only pasta he owned was plain spaghetti, and Jack gave her shit for refusing to eat the last bite of her food like a coward.

By the time the dishes were in the sink, they were still lingering, still talking, still very close. Even when her hands were submerged in the soapy water, after almost twenty minutes of arguing back and forth on who was on dishes duty she went against his wishes and got to cleaning.

He stayed right by her side the entire time, watching her effortless beauty in the light of his kitchen, the apples of her cheek a glowing red as they joked. Every once in a while he would take a sip of his drink or their hips would bump against each other in the movements of whatever they were doing.

And just once, he let his fingers brush the tattoo of a pomegranate just over her elbow.

Molly stilled for just a second, her breath catching at the soft, barely-there touch of his fingers against her skin.

It was unintentional, like he had given in to an urge without really allowing his brain to realize what he was doing, but it sent a shiver down her spine all the same.

Jack noticed.

His eyes flickered to the ink on her arm—delicate, intricate. He’d never really taken the time to look at any of her tats up close before.

His fingertips traced just beside it once again, not quite touching but close enough that Molly could still feel it.

“What’s the story behind this one?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more curious than anything. Molly swallowed, forcing herself to focus on the plate in her hands. "No story, really,” she murmured. "I just liked it.”

Jack hummed, clearly not convinced. But he didn’t push her.

Instead, he let his fingers skim lower, brushing the writing on the inside of her wrist before finally pulling away. Molly exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as she looked at him with a vulnerable look in her eyes.

The tension between them had shifted so slightly, something unspoken crackling in the space between them.

She turned off the faucet, drying her hands.

And when she turned to face him, Jack was already watching her.

They were close now. Closer than before as his hands found the softness of her waist. His gaze dipped briefly to her lips before flicking back up to her eyes as if waiting.

Her heart pounded at the lack of words, but the outspoken signals he was sending. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of something neither of them wanted to name.

Then, finally, Jack murmured—

"Mols."

It was barely above a whisper.

And fuck.

She looked up at him, and then he kissed her softly. After a brief moment of shock, she kissed him back.

Her hands found his broad shoulders, and his fingers slid against her waist, and suddenly up into her hair as he pulled her as close as he could possibly get her. She was melting into him like she’d been waiting for this to happen just as much as he had.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—it was slow, like they had all the time in the world.

And when they finally pulled apart, breathless, Molly let out a quiet laugh.

"That…" she exhaled. "Wasn’t the worst thing in the world."

Jack huffed out a laugh. "Wow. High praise."

She grinned, brushing her fingers against his jaw before allowing him to cup her cheeks and pull her back in once again.

★★★★

"I don't even try, I don't have to think. With you, there's no pretending"

Molly hadn’t even thought twice about inviting him over.

Jack had looked exhausted after the game—sweaty, sore, but still buzzing with leftover adrenaline in his postgame interview, when she sent the text.

"You hungry?"

It wasn’t even a question.

By the time he showed up at her door, freshly showered and still looking a little damp from the rain outside, Molly already had a pot of soup simmering on the stove.

Jack stepped inside, rubbing his hands together. “Damn, it smells good in here.” She smirked, stirring the pot. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta make sure you don’t survive on protein bars and takeout alone.”

Jack huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he wandered further inside.

She barely noticed when he slipped out of the room for a second—until she turned around, only to find him standing in her living room, arms crossed over his chest.

Watching her TV.

Watching the damn game.

More importantly—watching the replay of his game.

Molly froze.

Jack’s smirk was downright devilish when he turned to face her. He was a little dizzy at the thought of it. Molly was so casually lounging on her couch, watching him as he played one of his best games so far this season.

“Were you watching me?” he teased, leaning against the couch like he had all the time in the world. A little bit in him wanting tp watch her deny it just so he could tease her some more.

Molly scoffed, grabbing a dish towel and throwing it at his chest. “Shut up.”

He caught it easily, still grinning. “No, seriously. Molly, do you have a—” He gasped, clutching his chest in mock horror. “Are you a secret hockey fan?”

She rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. “Relax. I was just… curious.” Jack’s grin widened. “Curious of lil ole me, huh?” She pointed a spoon at him. “Don't.” “Oh no, this is huge.” He took a slow step toward her.

“I mean, all this time I thought you barely tolerated me, and now I find out you were watching my game?” Molly crossed her arms. “It was just on.” “Uh-huh.” “I didn’t even watch the whole thing.” “Sure.”

She huffed, turning back to the stove. “Do you want soup or not?” Jack, still smirking, came up behind her, peering over her shoulder. “Depends. Are you gonna feed me while telling me all about how much you love my slap shot?”

"Is that a euphanism for something?" "I dont know, do you want it to be?" he said slyly before Molly elbowed him in the stomach—gently.

He laughed as he admired how pretty she looked with a flustered expression.

And somehow—between bowls of soup and more shameless teasing and the comfortable ease that had started to settle between them—they ended up on the couch.

At first, it was just them sitting close, Jack’s arm slung over the back of the couch as they talked. Then, at some point, Molly shifted—curling into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her head leaned against his shoulder before she shifted once again, tucking herself into the space between his arm and his chest.

They kept talking, voices growing softer, words slower, the warmth of the room lulling them into something hazy and safe.

By the time they finally drifted off, Jack’s hand was resting on her waist, her face tucked against his chest, their legs tangled together on the couch.

And neither of them seemed to mind.

★★★★

"You know me, you know me, and I just might know you too, know you"

The question came out of nowhere.

Molly had been sitting across from a vogue interviewer , laughing about a the quich rise to fame and recognition that the girl had gone through, when the subject shifted.

“So, Molly,” the woman started, a teasing lilt to her voice. “I have to ask about you personal life—what’s going on with you and Jack Hughes?”

Molly blinked.

She knew what they were doing.

The tabloids had been relentless since Jack accidentally uploaded a picture of Molly in his winter photo dump. This led to a fan capturing a photo of her sneaking into his apartment, and weeks later, another fan asked for a picture with him she left his place in the early morning.

She was also spotted at one of his games on the braodcast in the press box alogside Nico, her eyes glued to the ice like she actually gave a damn about hockey as her and the guy beside her absentmindedly chatted.

The media frenzy intensified, with fans and reporters speculating about their relationship. Social media buzzed with discussions, and Molly found herself the subject of countless articles and posts.

And yet, she hadn’t expected the question to be so blunt.

Molly forced a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Uhhh, I’m not sure what you mean...” she smiled awkwardly as the woman who seemed to be few years older than her gave a skeptical eye.

The interviewer raised a brow, unconvinced. “Come on. You and Jack Hughes? People are obsessed with the idea of you two and your worlds crossing!”

Molly played it off with a casual shrug. “I think people love a good fantasy.”

And that was that.

She dodged, redirected, moved on like it was nothing.

But it didn’t exactly feel like nothing.

Not when she met Jack for dinner later that night, his eyes crinkled in amusement as he scrolled through his phone while lounging on his couch, widely grinning at the sound of her voice over the speaker.

“You saw it,” she sighed, not even bothering to ask. Jack huffed a laugh, setting his phone down. “Saw it. Read it. Enjoyed the part where you acted like you have no idea who I am.” Molly rolled her eyes, pushing at his arm. “I did not.” “You kinda did.” “Jack—” “Molly,” he mimicked, grinning.

She sighed, letting her head drop for a moment against the back of the couch before siting up and looking at him again, more serious this time. “Does it bother you?” Jack tilted his head. “What?” “That people think we should be together,” she clarified, her voice softer now. “That they talk about us like it’s inevitable.”

Jack didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he exhaled slowly, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, fingers toying with the strings of his sweat pants.

And then—

“I love it.”

Molly froze.

Jack didn’t.

He didn’t waver, didn’t backtrack, didn’t brush it off like she had.

“If I'm being completely honest, I love the idea,” he continued, his voice quieter now, gentler. “That people think I’d be lucky enough to be loved by you.”

Molly felt something in her chest tighten. She opened her mouth, but no words came as she starred at him with soft eyes. Because Jack meant it.

There was no teasing, no flirty banter to deflect—just truth.

The weight of it settled between them, shifting something in the air.

Molly’s throat felt tight. “Jack…”

He shook his head, giving her a small smile like he already knew what she was going to say. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Molly swallowed, heart pounding.

Because this—this wasn’t a joke to him.

He liked her, a lot more than he was letting on.

And for the first time since this whole thing started, Molly wasn’t sure if she could pretend not to know that anymore.

★★★★

"Come to me ready"

Molly and Jack lay comfortably in his bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. Molly, dressed in a simple bralette and shorts, nestled against Jack's chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skim. Their legs intertwined beneath the covers.

Jack's hands ran over the warmth and softness of Molly's plump hips, gently trailing down to find the roundness of her ass and squeeze causing her to gasp into his skin before she found the softness of his lips.

The recent evenings had been filled with shared laughter. They whispered conversations, a testament to the ease they found in each other's company, which was followed by late nights of passion and early mornings of collecting themselves and heading out into the commotion of their lives.

The sudden ring of Jack's phone disrupted their quiet moment. Glancing at the screen, Jack saw his brother Quinn's name flashing as he groaned at his poor timing.

"Hey, Jack. Sorry to bother you, but I need a favour," Quinn's voice tiredly carried through the phone. "Can you take a photo of that contract and receipt for the lake house? I need it for the contractor."

Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sure, give me a sec." As Jack rummaged through his bedside drawer for the document, Quinn's voice took on a teasing tone. "So, how's Molly?"

Jack's eyes flicked to Molly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "She's good, we just crawled into bed," he said so nonchalantly which cause Molly's stomach to do somersaults

"Hey Quinn!" Molly called out, leaning closer to the phone.

Quinn's chuckle resonated through the speaker. "Is that Molly I hear?" Jack's grin widened as he looked to the girl tucked so perfectly.into his bed. "Yeah, here, talk to her while I try to find this receipt"

"Hey, Molly," Quinn greeted, his tone teasing,"Taking good care of my little brother?" Molly laughed softly. "Trying my best, Quinn. Someone has to keep him in line."

Quinn's laughter joined hers which caused Jack to stop and watch the two interact opver the phone.

"Good to hear. You know, Jack, it's nice to see you with someone who can match your stubbornness," the older brother annouced ove rthe speaker. Jack feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Stubborn? Me?"

Molly and Quinn responded in unison, "Yes!"

Jack stood up, walking towards the kitchen to search for the receipt Quinn had asked for, leaving Molly to chat with him on the phones. As he rifled through the cabinets, he overheared the laughter dying off as Quinn started talking again, but this time, his voice had a more serious tone it it.

"It’s nice to hear Jack so happy," Quinn remarked, quieter now as Molly informed him that Jack was in the other room, unaware of his listening ear. "After last summer... after the injury and the shoulder surgery... he’s been through a lot, and he wasn’t exactly himself."

Jack paused, his eyes lingering on the kitchen counter, and a lump formed in his throat as he thought about the difference int he year he has had. He wasn’t sure how much Quinn or even Luke had noticed, but he knew the weight of the past year was never far from his mind.

"Thanks, Quinn," Jack muttered under his breath from the other room as his brother dumped all of Jack's misfortunes on the girl currently tucked into his bed, but still grateful for his brother's honesty.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Molly shifted slightly, leaning back into the bed and folding her arms as she let Jack's phone rest on her thigh. She could hear Quinn's words, and it made her think about her own insecurities—about how, despite feeling so sure in Jack’s presence, there was a part of her that feared not fitting in with his family.

She’d already witnessed how close-knit they were, and she couldn't help but worry about whether she’d be accepted by them.

Her thoughts and the silence that followed must have raised some flags because Quinn’s voice softened, picking up on something she hadn't said out loud.

"You don’t have to worry about being one of us, Molly. I’m happy for Jack. I’m happy to see him with someone who... gets him." His voice was kind, warm, the words not just meant for Jack’s benefit, but for her own, too.

Molly blinked, surprised by the depth of Quinn’s support. She hadn’t expected to find this kind of reassurance, not from Jack’s family, not this quickly into the growing relationship.

As Jack returned with the receipt, he saw Molly looking thoughtful, a small smile playing on her lips.

"You good?" Jack asked, sensing something had shifted. Molly nodded as she held out his phone to him so he could snap a picture of the papers in his hand, her heart lighter as she saw the dopey smile on his face. "Yeah, I’m all good." then she added, teasingly, "But, you should probably warn your brother that im too sensitive to be all sentimental with."

Jack couldn’t help but let out a laugh at her words, his chest rumbling with the sound. He reached out to press a soft kiss to the apple of her cheek, his lips lingering for just a moment. The warmth of the kiss sent a little flutter through her chest, and she had to fight the urge to close her eyes and bask in it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell him. But I think he already knows,” Jack teased back, his gaze lingering on her with a softness that made Molly’s breath catch.

With the task finished, Jack plugged his phone back in and placed it on his his nightstand, giving her a playful smile. "Alright, Quinn’s set for the night. You ready to just... be here?"

Molly smiled, shifting closer to him, her head resting back on his shoulder. “Yeah,” she said, her voice quieter now, but still full of warmth, “this is exactly where I want to be.”

As Jack settled beside her, wrapping his arms around her, the feeling of her pressed up against his side put him completely at ease.

Jack’s breath against her ear as he whispered sent goosebumps down her arms, "Goodnight, Mols," was all she needed to settle into the comfort of his presence. Molly smiled against his chest, her heart light and full as she pressed another kiss to his skin as his arms wrapped around her.

“Goodnight, Jack,” she murmured back, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his chest as they drifted into the peaceful silence of the night

★★★★

"You make me wanna go dancing, you make me wanna try on feminine"

The Gala was an event Jack had been looking forward to for weeks, a formal affair for the New Jersey Devils that would gather players, their families, and VIPs in a glittering ballroom filled with laughter and clinking glasses.

Normlly this would be an event he dreaded, but this year was different becuase Molly was at his side.

Jack had invited Molly to accompany him, which happened to be their first official outing as a couple outside of the confines of his apartment and late-night dinners.

Molly, though thrilled to attend, felt the familiar stir of anxiety in her stomach as the night of the event drew closer. She'd never been the center of attention in a room not filled with her own collegues and close friends shed made through the industry, especially in such a high-profile setting.

Despite her success in the fashion world, this felt so different. This wasn’t her realm. This was Jack’s world. The world of athletes and business partners, individuals of high-profile expectations and polished smiles.

Jack noticed the shift in her mood as they stood in front of the full-length mirror in his apartment, her dress shimmering softly in the light. She had chosen a sleek, black satin gown that clung to her curves just right, the deep neckline flattering without revealing too much. She looked stunning, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place.

"You look incredible," Jack said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he took in the sight of her. His eyes were filled with admiration, but there was a softness in his gaze that melted some of the tension in her chest as his hands found the dips of her waist to settle on.

“Thanks,” Molly said, her voice a little shaky, as she fidgeted with the strap of her heel. “I'm super fucking nervous for this” She murmured as she fixed her necklace to sit perfectly, hating the way the words sounded in her head and coming out of her mouth.

Jack squeezed her hip as he place a gentle kiss to her shoulder as he looked at her face in the mirror. “Molly. Don’t over think it. I promise it will be very laid back and everyone will be super excited to meet you.” He smiled at her reassuringly, a warm, confident smile that had her feeling a little more grounded. "Okay," she said with a nod, trying to shake off the nerves. "But just promise me that I won’t be stuck in a corner all night with a bunch of people I don’t know."

Jack chuckled, the sound rich with affection. "Promise," he said linking their pinky fingers, his voice steady. "I’ll be right there with you the whole time. And if anyone’s a problem, I’ll just... tell 'em you’re with me."

She shot him a skeptical look but found herself laughing anyway, his easy confidence infectious.

As they made their way to the venue, her nerves didn’t completely dissipate, but there was a reassurance in knowing Jack would be by her side. His hand stayed on her thigh, drawing comforting circles onto her fabric covered skin as the couple drove over to the confrence center where this event was being held.

Upon arriving at the gala, Molly felt every pair of eyes in the room briefly turn toward them. They made their way through the crowd, and Jack greeted several of his teammates, including Nico, Jesper, and Dougie, all of whom waved and flashed smiles as they passed. But it was Luke who immediately spotted them and practically jogged over to Jack with an easy grin.

"Well, look at you two," Luke said with a teasing look, giving Jack a half-hug before turning to Molly who was glad to see a familiar face as he pulled her in for a bear hug. "You look great, Molly. Glad to see my big brother's finally smart enough to show you off."

Molly couldn’t help but smile at Luke’s warmth, feeling a little better with his goofy presence. But when Jack’s teammates started to gather around, Molly felt her stomach churn again. She hadn’t anticipated the whole team would be so... charismatic.

Each player had their own presence, their own magnetic energy that made her feel small in comparison.

She smiled politely as they introduced themselves, but the questions they asked, the knowing glances exchanged between them, all made her feel like a fish out of water.

She tried to make small talk, keeping her responses light, but it felt like she was under a microscope. Jack, sensing her unease, stayed close, occasionally placing his hand on her back or squeezing her arm to reassure her that he was right there.

She couldn't see how he was lovingly staring at her, but it was clear to everyone around them that Jack was enamored with the girl, his cheeks a tinge pink as he watched her interact with all of his close friends.

It wasn’t long before the conversation shifted from her to something else, and Molly found herself taking a deep breath.

She looked to Nico, another friendly face who was alredy widely grinning at her, "so, how are you enjoying the world of hockey?" Nico asked, his eyebrows arched in amusement is he gently bumped his hip against her.

Molly hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s… different than what I’m used to. But Jack’s been great, you know, helping me feel more at ease." Nico grinned. “Yeah, Jack’s good like that. He’s a pain, but when it comes to the important stuff, he’s got a soft spot.”

Molly found herself chuckling at that, feeling a little more at ease with Nico than she had ever been. But as more teammates filtered through, she couldn’t help but notice the way they all seemed to watch her and Jack interact. The subtle looks between them.

And even though they were friendly, she felt the weight of being the “outsider.”

After a few rounds of polite conversation, Jack took her hand, leading her to a quieter corner of the venue. She could tell he sensed she was getting overwhelmed at the way the buisness side of tonight was picking up as investors and past players stared top interact with teh group of players.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles before his hands moved to brush her curls behind her shoulder. Molly took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Im okay, everyones been great, it's just a lot." She smiled as he nodded understandingly.

His expression softened as he pulled her into his arms, the noise of the gala dimming around them. "I'm sorry it's a lot, probably should've started small and then worked our way up to big events."

She closed her eyes, leaning into him, letting the feeling of his arms around her anchor her in that moment. "No, it's really okay," she murmured, feeling the tightness in her chest begin to ease. "I just... I wasn’t expecting to feel so... out of place within your work."

Jack smiled down at her, his fingers gently tilting her chin so that she met his gaze. "Now let's get back out there and go socialize a bit. With the amount of people who have come up to us tonight, I'm starting to think you might be a bit of a big deal around here," she grinned as he nodded and placed a gentle kiss to her lips.

She reaching out her hand to his and iterlocked there fingers as his cheeks warmed up at the small motion.

Her heart swelled at the way his eyes sparkled at her. "You know, I’m starting to think you might actually like me more than just a little." Jack’s smirk was playful, but there was a depth to his gaze that made Molly’s heart skip a beat. "Yeah, I think I do," he said, his voice low, his lips brushing against her knuckles as he brought their hands up to his lips.

★★★★

"You make me wanna go buy a new dress You make me wanna slip off a new dress"

The ride back to Molly’s apartment was quiet, but it wasn’t an awkward silence—it was the kind of quiet that buzzed with something unspoken, something thick in the air between them.

Jack’s hand rested on Molly’s thigh the entire drive, his thumb brushing absentminded circles into the fabric of her dress before her hand moved to hold his. Every once in a while, she’d glance at him, and he’d already be looking at her.

Not just looking but watching with something a little darker in his eyes.

By the time they stepped into her apartment, the energy between them had shifted. The door had barely clicked shut before Jack was on her, pressing her back against the closest wall, his hands framing her face as his lips caught hers in a slow, deliberate kiss.

There was no rush to it, no desperation—just the kind of certainty that settled deep in the bones. Like he was tasting something he already knew he’d never get enough of.

Molly sighed into his mouth, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She felt his hands slip from her face, trailing down the sides of her body, feeling every curve, every dip like he was mapping her out for the hundredth time and still committing her to memory.

She had never felt so beautiful to someone before.

“You looked so beautiful tonight,” he murmured against her lips before he pulled away to admire her lust-blown gaze, his hands slipping to the zipper at the back of her dress. “Had me thinking about getting you home the whole night.” Molly let out a soft laugh, her fingers flattening the collar of his dress shirt before she shed him of his jacket. “Yeah?”

Jack hummed against her skin, kissing his way along her jaw, down the column of her neck. “Could barely focus. Kept thinking about how you deserve to be worshipped.”

His fingers tugged at the zipper, slowly, deliberately, until the fabric loosened and slipped from her shoulders. He took his time easing it down her body, his hands following the path the fabric left behind until it pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her lace bralette and matching panties.

Jack stepped back slightly, just enough to take her in. His eyes, dark with something deep and unguarded, traced every inch of her like she was the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen.

“Jesus, Mols,” he exhaled, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t believe she was real. “You make me wanna go buy you a hundred new dresses just so I can take them off you.”

Molly’s lips curled into a smile, but before she could respond, Jack was guiding her towards her bedroom, his hands never leaving her skin.

When they reached the edge of the bed, he sat down, pulling her between his legs. His hands settled on her hips, squeezing, kneading, completely enraptured by the feel of her.

“You seem a little obsessed with me,” she teased, running her fingers through the short curls at the nape of his neck as she moved to fully undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Jack smirked, pressing a kiss to the swell of her breast before looking up at her. “Yeah,” he admitted, no hesitation in his voice. “I am.”

And when he finally pulled her down onto the bed with him, when he kissed her slow and sweet and touched her like she was something sacred, Molly realized—she was just as obsessed with him too.

★★★★

"Don't even try, I don't have to think. With you, there's no pretending"

The moment Jack hit the boards, Molly's breath caught in her throat. The impact was brutal—so loud she heard it from the stream in her living room; she could still hear it ringing in her ears long after he collapsed onto the ice.

She barely registered the gasps from the crowd or the frantic movement of the medical staff rushing onto the rink at the team surrounding him. All she could focus on was the way he was folded over in pain. The way he clutched his shoulder, hurt etched into every inch of his face before they helped him off the ice.

She hadn't even realized she was holding her breath until an ad snapped her out of her trance, and she immediately turned to her phone to send a quick text to him asking for an update whenever he felt well enough to send one.

She’d seen Jack take hits before. She knew hockey was brutal. But nothing—nothing—had ever made her feel this kind of helplessness before as she sat in her New York apartment and him all the way on the other side of the country in Vegas.

Now, standing outside his hospital room, that same helplessness still clung to her, albeit in a different way.

The worst of the injury had been assessed, and surgery had been successful, but seeing him unconscious in that hospital bed, pale under the fluorescent lights, made her stomach twist.

She hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside. The room was quiet, the only noise was the steady beeping of the machines monitoring him. He looked small like this, vulnerable in a way she wasn’t used to seeing.

Gently, she reached for his hand, careful not to disturb the IV. His skin was warm, his fingers twitching slightly at the contact, but he didn’t stir. Her hand moved up to fix the mess of curls atop in head, smiling gently as her hand ran gently over the stubble on his cheeks that she normally hated but couldn't convince herself to dislike in this moment of relief.

"You scared the shit out of me," she whispered, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone before moving down to hold his hand once again. "I swear, if you ever do that again, I’m making you retire and become a golf caddy or something."

A soft chuckle made her jump, and she turned to see a woman standing in the doorway.

Ellen Hughes.

Molly recognized her instantly—she’d seen her in pictures and had heard plenty of stories from Jack and Luke, but meeting her in person was different.

Jack was the spitting image of his mother.

"You must be Molly," Ellen said, stepping into the room, a kind smile playing on her lips. "I’ve heard a lot about you." Molly felt her stomach flip as she smiled at the woman who pulled her in for a hug. "I—I hope it was all good things." Ellen let out a soft laugh. "Of course. Jack adores you, you know."

Molly blinked, warmth creeping up her neck as she looked at the boy. "He's—"

"You don’t have to say anything," Ellen interrupted, giving her a knowing look. "I can tell just by the way you’re looking at him."

Molly ducked her head, but Ellen reached out, squeezing her forearm gently. "You’re welcome here," she said, voice warm, reassuring. "I’m glad he has you."

Before Molly could respond, a groggy voice interrupted which caused both of them to turn to him with shocked faces.

"Y’guys talkin’ about me?"

Jack laid very still, eyes barely open, blinking up at them with the faintest hint of a smirk as his pointer finger wagged between them.

Molly let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, squeezing his hand just a little tighter. "Always," she teased, leaning in just enough so he could see the relief in her eyes.

Jack, still loopy from the meds, let out a sleepy chuckle. "Hope it was good things."

Ellen and Molly exchanged a glance before Ellen patted her son’s leg. "You’ll never know," she said lightly, giving them a moment alone as she stepped outside to call Jim and update the boys.

Molly turned back to Jack, brushing his curls away from his forehead. "You scared me, you know." Jack hummed, eyes drifting shut again. "M’sorry, Mols." "I know," she murmured, pressing the softest kiss to his temple, which made him whine and pucker his lips for her to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Just don’t do it again, okay?" Jack, already half-asleep again, managed the ghost of a smile as his hand squeezed hers gently, "Only if you promise to keep visiting me like this." Molly huffed out a laugh, squeezing his hand back. "Deal."

★★★★

"You know me, you know me, and I just might know you too, ooh"

The summer heat clung to Molly’s skin as she stepped onto the dock, the wood warm beneath her bare feet. She could hear the distant sound of Quinn and Luke talking by the fire pit and the occasional splash of water from the lake where Trevor and a few of the other guys were messing around.

But all Jack could focus on was her.

She had been here for less than a day, and he’d already had to physically stop himself from staring more times than he could count.

But now? With the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over her, the bright bikini she wore hugging every soft, gorgeous curve—Jack was absolutely done for. She had always been beautiful, but this was something else entirely.

His mouth went dry as she released her unruly curls from the clip that kept them pinned back, adjusting her sunglasses before glancing back at him.

"You coming in or just gonna stand there drooling?" she teased, a smirk playing on her lips as she crossed her arms to accentuate her cleavage and watched as Jack's jaw dropped a little more.

Jack blinked, dragging his gaze back up to her face. "I’m not drooling," he defended, crossing his arms with a fake pout.

Molly arched a brow, stepping closer, and Jack could barely think straight as she tipped her chin up to look at him. "Oh? So you always look at me like you wanna devour me whole?" Jack huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as his hands found her hips. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his thumbs brushing over the bare skin just above her bikini bottoms and then travelling down to squeeze the fat of her ass before pressing a hungry kiss to her lips.

Molly rolled her eyes, but he didn’t miss the way her breath hitched slightly as she pulled away.

"Flatter me all you want, Hughes, but you’re still getting thrown in," she said, voice full of mischief before she was suddenly gripping his wrist and tugging him toward the edge of the dock. Jack yelped, trying to dig his heels in, but she was stronger than she looked. "Mols, wait—"

Too late.

With a splash, they hit the water, the cool lake shocking against the summer heat. When Jack surfaced, sputtering, he was met with Molly’s laughter—bright and unapologetic as she wiped water from her face.

He swam toward her, wrapping his arms around her midriff before she could escape. "Oh, you’re gonna pay for that," he murmured, voice low in her ear before dunking them both back under.

On the shore, Quinn and Luke stood on the edge of the beach, watching with identical smirks.

"That’s gotta be love, right?" Luke mused, sipping his beer. Quinn huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, absolutely. I mean, look at him. Dude’s never been like this with anyone before."

Luke nodded, watching as Jack resurfaced, his arms still wrapped tightly around Molly as they laughed breathlessly together.

"He’s a goner," Quinn added, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Luke grinned. "Yeah. And I think she is too."

★★★★

"Come to me slowly"

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft golden patterns on the sheets. The lake house was quiet, the world outside still waking up, but inside Jack’s bedroom, everything felt slow, warm, and completely at peace.

Molly was curled against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her body still draped half over his.

They had spent most of the night tangled up in each other—whispering, kissing, losing track of time the way only people deeply wrapped up in something real could.

Jack’s fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns over the bare skin of her back, his other arm tucked beneath his head as he stared up at the ceiling, fighting off sleep but unwilling to move.

And then, so soft he almost thought he imagined it, she mumbled, “Love you.”

Jack blinked. His heart stuttered in his chest, breath catching as his entire body froze.

Molly was already shifting, half-asleep, clearly not even realizing what she had said. But Jack wasn’t about to let it slide.

“Mols,” he whispered, nudging his nose against her temple before he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheekbone.

She hummed in response, barely awake as she nuzzled her face further into his neck.

Jack grinned. “Say it again.”

Molly furrowed her brows, still not fully conscious, her voice thick with sleep. “Say what?”

Jack pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. His smile was soft, his eyes warm, filled with something deep and knowing. “What you just said,” he murmured as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles into the chubbier part of her cheek.

“Say it again.”

Molly’s expression shifted, realization dawning slowly as her face heated. “Oh.”

Jack’s grin only widened, and she groaned, burying her face in his chest. “Jack—”

He laughed, arms tightening around her as he rolled them, pinning her gently beneath him before littering her face with gentle pecks before fixing the mess of bangs on her forehead.

“No, no, don’t get all shy on me now,” he teased, pressing a kiss to her already flushed cheek. “You said it first, you can’t take it back.”

Molly covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, peeking through the cracks of her fingers, eyes still hazy from sleep, but something else was there too—something real, something certain as Jack helped lower her hand for her to fully look up at him.

“I love you,” she whispered, this time fully awake, fully meaning it.

Jack exhaled sharply, something breaking open inside of him, something big and impossible to ignore.

“Jesus,” he breathed, his forehead dropping to hers, “I love you too.”

Molly grinned, her fingers threading into his hair. “Yeah?”

Jack shook his head, grinning like an idiot as he finally kissed her on the lips—soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world.

“Yeah,” he murmured against her lips. “Like crazy.”

And in the golden light of that early summer morning, tangled in each other, they both knew—there was no love quite like theirs!

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