Jace reached me first, knocking his helmet against mine hard as he tackled me to the ground. “Fucking hell, QB. You beautiful, beautiful man. You fucking did it!” he crowed. Matty jumped on me next, and my eyes widened—because I might be about to die when more of the team came. The rest of my teammates did pile on me after that, laughing, cheering, and, in Chappie’s case—crying when he joined the throng of our teammates.
