gaze, I turned around and locked eyes on the crumpled ball on the edge of the pitch. “Oh shite,” I muttered when my mind made sense of what I was seeing. The girl. The fucking girl who’d been prancing around the pitch was laid out on her back on the grass. A ball lay on the grass beside her. Not just any ball. My bleeding ball! I was horrified, my feet moving before my brain could catch up. I ran toward her, heart hammering against my rib cage every step of the way. “Hey—are you okay?” I called out, closing the space between us. A soft female groan came from her lips as she attempted to get to
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