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He held up his hands in surrender

“How’s your arm?”

He rotated it and held onto his shoulder pad “Feels good Perfect I could finally open up out there because so room I needed”

Guilt still blindsidedhih that he’d o pro I’d seen hiroundfor ot up

“Hell, yeah!” LJ rushed up and juround, his uniform just as muddy and wet as everyone else’s

“Nice touchdown”

“At least I’ve got sorin barely fit on his face “Marisa was probably freaking out at hoot a far off look in his eye

“And then she’d bust your balls about not doing it sooner”

LJ nodded “True, she would But that’s our thing”

“We’ve noticed,” Keyton popped in to add that right along with me

Everyone showered up after Coach’s post-game talk that was less fire-and-brimstone and more fiery poker

Inof only one thing Jules She’d worn a skirt I wanted another taste of her I wanted those soft and supple legs wrapped around my waist

How runningfor the world record in the hundred-yard dash

How she looked at me and saw so much of me I never let anyone else see

Hoith my arms wrapped around her, I felt safe, and the closest I’d ever co a home