ist

someone

o

s arms wrapped around me is a

falling around his

stare so deeply at me, I

ssibly ripp

y arm is still holding those slightly

to regain myself, and pull away

'm back on my fee

ice about him is that

er than me if I do my calculat

soccer player won't b

e to actually pause and loo

impos

irst, but I'm sure later in my room, when

breath

ingly go

ccab

wle

myself back to reality, because that

lean face, like God couldn'

re round, and fit pe

l and sensual, that I can tell they'll p

ping at one side of his face,

ight, that it's hard to believe h

p-he is ver

orry, are y

his voice i

ing on masculine, and not

feels my head of this young ma

MG!!! Pleas

chant, and I force my eyes aw

y face when I realize I've

n he actually waves at t

t the match will soon be starting. You

rol that I almost forget I'm not

dreamily, as I manage to fin

t I realize one thing-not on

*

he timer on the top side,

three minutes left, and i

:

was even a

yond a mess, but I don't

, I'm absolu

I'm normally the major striker, or at least

s up like this, but not only is it ruin

off some more, I watch

ribbles to avoid the player

he didn't score that goal, I'd have be

eg fo

her

ove they b

snatch the ball, he shoots the b

ed to catch the ball h

ball at the perfect traje

won't let t

p as high as I can, kicking my leg o

rumble before

of me, isn't just min

i

e get her

es, and just grazes the ball ba

inute my ear drums feel like they're going to exp

the number 2:1

high into the air by his teammates, and

s to his face, but his smi

tar

first thi

ul but I ca

ng his name, and his teammates look

fect st

oughts that I don't see my

mpathy, while others just walk

isn't disappointment that we lo

ing, that I can't immed

rd Ry

n everybod

tar p

ment, I pi

e young star's eyes surprisingly meet

already

ate