I glance back to Reed, who just shakes his head. I walk towards the fence to talk to him.
“You look sexy as fuck, Wright. If I had known my number would look so good on you, I would have had you wearing it all season.”
I beam at his compliment. “Who said I wanted to wear your number then?”
“Is running off the field before a game a common thing for you?” Sage questions beside me.
His eyes flash to hers before coming back to mine. “Only when there’s something worth doing it for,” he says, making me blush.
“Keaton,” Reed calls, having gotten fed up with waiting.
“Gotta go. Give me a kiss for good luck?” His smile is challenging.
I lean over the bars. “I would if I could reach you.”
He doesn’t hesitate; he jumps up onto the bars, pulling himself up easily. He kisses me softly on the lips twice before whispering to me, “Wait for me after.”
I nod numbly. Chuckling, he presses a third and final kiss to my lips before rushing back to the field.
“Damn, that was hot,” Sage breathes out.
“Still think he doesn’t have feelings for you?” Tinsley asks.
“You think that boy doesn’t have feelings for you?” Victoria says. “Shit, the only other girl he has let wear is jersey is Sage, and that was a ploy to piss Reed off.”
“Oh, and it did,” Sage says wistfully. “The way he demanded I take it off before kissing me senseless. Then he gave me his own jersey. That was the turning point, I think.”
“Ew. That’s my brother you are talking about.” Tinsley turns to me, pointing a finger. “I don’t want to know the details about Keaton either. I love you guys, but no.”
We all laugh. “No worries. I don’t kiss and tell. But I didn’t say I don’t think he had feelings for me. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”
They all give me disbelieving looks but drop it.
Once the game starts, the chitchat stops, all of us invested in the game.
I might not have watched lacrosse in years, but I still remember the game. I stand and scream when we score. I yell louder when Keaton is killing it, which he always is. I yell at the refs when they make a terrible call.
At one point, I almost climbed over the bars to the field when someone slashed Keaton.
In the last seconds, the game is tied. I watch as each player fights for this win. It’s obvious they all want it. Who wouldn’t?
I focus back on Keaton. I drill holes into him while he moves efficiently and effectively on the field.
You have this. You can do this. You’re going to win.
I keep sending all the good thoughts and prayers his way. It’s not until he scores with a behind-the-back shot, making the winning goal, that I burst out in excitement.
“Yes. Fucking yes. I knew he could do it,” I say to no one in particular as I turn away from the field, running my hands through my hair.
“Incoming.”
That’s the only warning I have before a body is pressed behind mine, turning me towards him.
Keaton cups the side of my face, kissing me hard and long. I don’t deny him access as his tongue slips into my mouth. He needs this, and I’m going to let him have it. Let him take what he needs.
He pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine. He’s sweaty, but I don’t care. In this moment, the world around me falls away.
“I’m so proud of you, Keat.”
His eyes beam at my words. “Yeah? I heard you screaming my name. Cheering for me. It fueled me to know you were counting on me.”
“I knew you could do it, with or without me.”
“With you is better though. You’re my good luck charm. Wearing my lucky number. I can’t ever lose with you by my side.”
Someone calls his name, but he ignores them, staring into my eyes.
“I think you are needed for your celebration interviews.”
“Fuck them. I’m right where I want to be.”
I blush at his words and let out a quick laugh. “Get it over with. I’ll wait for you.”
“I love you.”
I blush. “I love you too.”
He captures my lips once more. “Meet me by the locker room in twenty. I’ll take a quick shower; then we can go.”
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Twenty minutes turns into forty-five, but I don’t mind. I watch as he’s interviewed by at least three different journalists. Then takes the team picture with the trophy.
He must have taken the quickest shower ever, because five minutes after he went into the locker room, he comes out with wet hair and clean clothes. He switched his jersey out with another one not covered in sweat and a pair of dark jeans.
The minute he sees me, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, running to the parking lot like a lunatic. I can’t help the laughter from his antics.
When we get settled into his car, I turn to him. “What has gotten into you tonight?”
“What?” He glances over at me.
“You’re different.”
He shrugs. “I’m happy. My best friend, the girl I love, loves me. Everyone who matters came to the game to watch me play. I’m just happy. Aren’t you?”
“I’m happy if you’re happy.”
“Great. We are both happy.” He squeezes my hand. “Happy and in love.” He winks, making me laugh. He turns up the radio, singing along to whatever song plays.
One thing is for sure, life will never be dull with Keaton Yates.
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Epilogue-two
Tinsley
August
I slip into a white sundress and walk over to my mirror, checking my reflection, critical of what I see.
A little cleavage, but not too much. Check.
Small waist. Check.
Ass looks great. Check.
Legs for days. Check.
Perfect.
I smile at myself in the mirror. I’m not always the most confident girl, but even I have to admit I look hot. Walking over to my closet, I grab a pair of wedges and slip them onto my feet. After checking
