Damn it. Zander really is fucking with my head, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t give him up—I can’t take those words back. I love you. Plans—I’d had plans. And now I was having to put my game face on so we could go back onto the field. And fuck me if he isn’t standing right there waiting, following along beside our team with a lost expression on his face. “Kerian?” Who the fuck follows someone to the edge of the field? “Kerian!” He shouts it this time, and I can’t ignore him. I pivot on my heel, feeling every stride of anger in my step, every bit of frustration that he’s forced me into doing
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