My body turns on its own accord, and my eyes find their harbor immediately. He senses me. Nate’s head turns in my direction, the ball he’s been tossing around to warm up his muscles freezing in his hands. He angles his body toward mine, silently asking if he needs to come to me. He’s got me. Air makes its way into my lungs and the pounding in my head lessens. His helmet tips slightly and a smile breaks across my lips. I can picture the scowl on his handsome face right now, the drop in his brows, the challenge in his dark eyes. Fuck it. In one quick motion, I yank his jersey over my head, then
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