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My words of encouragement were naive; there was no way we could still
win the match. Not with Aaron striking. And certainly not if I flashed him,
like Isabel had suggested.
Turning back to my sister, I pointed a finger at her. “Remember this
moment when the losers, which no doubt will be us, are dancing for everyone
tonight. Next time, if you want to bet and jeopardize my rep, pick quiz night.
Not stupid soccer. Now, let’s try to finish this with as much dignity as we
can.”
As I faced the other team, all the guys clicked into action. My gaze
focused on the ball, passing from one player to the next, all of them leaving
every Team Bride member helplessly behind. Soon enough, I was witnessing
how the ball landed at Aaron’s feet, who, for his hulking size, moved with
incredible agility and skill.
For someone who had never played soccer before, he had gotten the hang
of it pretty damn fast.
Aaron’s looming figure approached me swiftly, eating away the distance.
Way too quickly for my brain to order my limbs to kick into action.
Mierda.
In an attempt to stop him in any way I could that didn’t involve getting
naked, I launched myself in his direction with the purpose of intercepting the
ball. Or him. Anything would do. Unfortunately, that intent landed nowhere
near where I’d expected. Just when I was about to reach him, my foot got
caught in a little bump on the grass, causing me to trip and be catapulted
forward.
So much for ending this with dignity.
As I braced myself for a painful landing, my eyelids shut involuntarily. I
was swallowed by darkness, counting the seconds and milliseconds left for
the upcoming crush against the grass. Three, two, one …
Nothing. Impact never ensued. One moment, I had been flying, eyes
closed and about to face-plant on the floor, and the next, I was somehow
suspended in time. No, I was suspended in the air. Not understanding how, I
blinked my eyes open, just as a humph was punched out of my lips.
My midsection landed against something hard.
Then, I was greeted by the sight of glistening, smooth skin. A flawless
back. My gaze trailed down, taking in a tight backside in sports shorts,
followed by a pair of muscled calves.
Understanding sank in as I realized I was hanging off someone.