I barge through the overfilled stands, shoulder past all the people, and hit the stairs running. When my feet strike the pavement at the bottom, I propel myself toward the field as Noah shoves past his teammates. A horde of people push onto the field behind me, but they aren’t nearly as fast as me. I bound toward him, and he barely has time to unclip his helmet and yank it off his head before I leap into his strong arms, thread my fingers through his dark hair, and kiss him deeply. He pants in exhaustion, and despite struggling to breathe, he gives me everything he’s got.

