My heart drops back into its rightful place and beats double time while my dick springs to life the second I register what I’m looking at. Josephine. Standing proud. Wearing the number that’s been mine since I was ten years old. “Kylian,” I croak into the headset. “What number’s on that jersey next to you?” He tsks, but he plays along. “You’ve got twenty-twenty vision, Cap. You know she’s wearing number five.” Pulling his mic from his face, he tilts her way and brings his mouth to her ear like he’s speaking to her. She immediately springs into action, climbs onto the bench, and cups her hands
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