“So easily distracted, Mr. Cruz.” “Girl, I’m telling you, you could breathe near me and I’d be fucking distracted.” She blushes, squashing her lips to the side to fight away her grin. “Unless you’re on the field, right?” I open my mouth, but all that comes out is a laugh. “There’s one way to find out ...” She rolls her eyes and a few minutes later, we’re packing up our things. Later that night, I’m lying in bed, and I can’t stop thinking about her, but it’s not that same frustrated feeling like before. At least not tonight. I saw the way she smiled at me today, it was different. I’m not sure
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