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He is so perfect.
“I don’t know,” I smirk. “I guess part of me knew it’d come in handy one day. You know, to sell on eBay or something.”
“Yeah right, princess.” He winks at me, sending my heart fluttering.
“Dude, get over here! Everyone’s gonna help Watson climb the goalpost for his victory picture.” Jonah shakes Henry’s shoulders in excitement, causing us both to stumble as he holds me.
“I’ll be right there,” Henry calls back to him, though Jonah is already halfway down the field to join the others.
He looks at me, a soft and vulnerable twinkle in his eyes, as if he’s asking me if it’s okay to join his teammates.
“Go ahead,” I reply, climbing off of him and pushing him gently in their direction. “Wait, Henry--”
He stops, turning to look at me. Golden beams of sunlight shoot from behind him, illuminating his tall and muscular frame in a hazy glow. My breath catches as I take him in and, for a moment, I wonder if this has all been a dream.
How could a boy like him be in love with me?
“I saw what you did for Watson. To make him see that he’s a part of a team. Henry, you’re an incredible captain.”
He smiles at me softly before approaching me once again, this time much more slowly and deliberately. Without a word, he places his palms against my cheeks and pulls me into a kiss. The scent of his cologne is peppered with notes of fresh grass and worn leather, enveloping me in its warmth as I breathe him in.
“I love you, Georgia,” he whispers as our lips part, just loudly enough for me to hear.
“I love you too,Anderson – now go lead your team up that goalpost.”
53 | Henry
THE LOCKER ROOM is completely empty by the time I make it there. After interviewing with reporters, going over plays with Coach Bryer, lifting Watson’s 200-lb ass up a goalpost – and then getting him back down again – I’m the last man standing. My quiet whistling echoes against the cinder block walls as I make my way to the back of the room, throwing my gear on the floor as I walk.
I’ll put it in my locker later.
“Henry.”
The soft voice startles me, but I instantly recognize it.
“Georgia? What are you doing in here?”
I instinctively clutch my towel over my dick, and she smirks as she notices my slight embarrassment.
Fucking hell, I wasn’t flexing a single muscle. That must’ve looked really sexy. Not.
“You’re so fine,” she purrs, a devious shimmer in her eye as she saunters towards me.
I notice just then that she’s still wearing my jersey – only my jersey. My dick hardens at the realization, but my mind is clouded by concern.
“Jesus, Georgia, what if one of the guys came in here?”
She shrugs, her rosy lips pouting.
“I watched them all drive away. I knew we’d be alone.”
Georgia’s voice is low and sultry as she grazes a smooth palm up my chest. She bites her lower lip softly as our eyes meet, igniting a flame in my abdomen.
“Are you sure you want to do this here, baby? I mean, I haven’t even showered--”
“Me neither,” she interrupts. “Wanna share?”
Before I can respond, she effortlessly slips my jersey over her head. Her chestnut curls fall down her back as the shirt drops to the floor, cascading in perfect, golden tendrils around her blushing face. I can hardly breathe as I take in the sight of her naked body, her supple breasts hoisting up and down with every labored breath, swollen with arousal. The room is cold, and her petite nipples stand upright towards me, taunting me to suck them.