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Another booically reirls to slide into

But Tho into the line of my teammates as Trent steps out and forward

Toward Demi, his jacket in his own hand

I clenchmy teeth as he holds it out for her, and her hands slip into the sleeves

Is he for real?

Is she for fucking real?

I squint when Trent e this way

“What the hell is he doing?” is hissed, and my head snaps to my left to find Miranda on her knees a few feet away, tripod perched in front of her with a video camera attached

I look forward right as Trent reaches the sidelines, slipping directly beside me with a smirk in place

I glare, but my eyes snap toward the field when the irls fall in line

I try to tip my head to the side to see who is behind Demi but can’t see

Trent chuckles and I cut a quick scowl at hi back on the field

The crowd goes crazy as the girls and their partners begin to go through the shit we’d been practicing, but my eyes stay stuck to D as she makes the same moves, a little more pronounced and all on her own No partner

They get to where the girls spin out, holding onto the guy’s hand, but Des planted out, her ass facing this way, but she twists her hips looking over her shoulder, right at me

The team is trained not to move forward until she does

So they wait

For what?

“You even paying attention, man?” Trent whispers “Look at her”

Pressure falls on my chest as I force my eyes to the last name stitched across the jacket

My sto all at once

Sykes

My gaze flies to hers

Baby

“She’s waitin’, Nic”