“Hello, Marnie Matthews.” I blinked away the emotion in my eyes. “Hey.” He held his hand out. “I caught you a ball.” I took it, soaking in the soft smile as he looked down at me. I wanted to bathe in this feeling forever; warm and glowy, and perfect. “Thank you.” “Nice shirt.” He reached out, his fingers slipping under the neck and pulled me to him. His hand fisted the material, and I didn’t have a second to think before his lips crashed onto mine, not that I would have changed the outcome under any circumstance. I wasn’t sure what was louder; my groan or the cheer from the crowds watching us
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