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gainst all odds, we were close to the end of the soccer match, and
both teams were tied.
One would think that having to play against a group of shirtless
dudes was disconcerting. But I was related to a big chunk of them. I had
already seen everything there was to see about one of them—Daniel. And out
of the two remaining men, one was about to marry my sister. So, that reduced
my distractions considerably.
My main and only source being just one.
One that I usually did a pretty good job at ignoring when we were in our
real-world roles. Contrary to the roles we were currently playing, where I, as
the girlfriend, was allowed to gawk. And where Aaron, as the boyfriend, was
apparently allowed to look like a man shooting a Sports Illustrated cover.
Because that was exactly how a sweaty, shirtless Aaron looked, running
across the green field after the ball.
And that was exactly where my two very shallow and very stupid eyes
had been all the time. Following him around like two dumb bugs
irremediably drawn by an irresistible light. And just like the bug, my eyes
had no self-preservation instinct. By the end of the day, the images would be
burned into my retinas, and there’d be no way I’d ever be able to get rid of
them.
Hell, I already felt a little like a charred insect. Sweat was running down
my back, and my skin was on fire from being under the sun. On top of that,
my hunger had turned into starvation, and no matter how hard I tried to stay
focused on the game, my attention always shifted to Aaron’s long legs,
striding from one point to the next. To how the muscles across his torso