Play Me

by Adriana Locke

“I’ll never understand rugby,” I say, furrowing a brow as another scrum begins. “It’s like football, soccer, and cheerleading had a baby with big thighs.”

“If you didn’t hate me, I might kiss you right now,” he whispers. He’s close enough to feel the heat of his breath. I pant, working hard to remember how to perform basic bodily functions. I lift my chin, my inhale shaky. “If you didn’t hate me, I might let you.”