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Particularly off someone’s shoulder—Aaron’s shoulder to be one hundred
percent exact.
What in the—
Everybody seemed to be on board, if the clapping and cheering around us
were any indication. Ignoring the little commotion behind us, Aaron
rearranged me on his broad shoulder, gripping my waist gently but firmly. A
complaint rose and died in my throat as he shot off, running.
“Aaron,” I screeched with urgency.
He was running with me hanging off him like a goddamn human-sized
potato sack.
With every stride, the symmetric and strained strings of muscle on his
back moved. His backside too. Distracting me.
Dammit, Lina, no. Focus.
“Aaron,” I repeated, being ignored again. “What. Are. You. Doing?” My
speech was interrupted with each bounce of his body. With each stomp of his
long legs, guiding the ball in my sister’s direction. “Aaron Blackford!”
He chuckled. Then, he patted the back of my thigh. “I couldn’t let my
girlfriend fall to the floor now, could I?” the bastard said calmly, not
sounding one bit out of breath.
“Aaron,” I howled. “I swear to Lucifer—”
He bounced a little extra hard, cutting my words. His hold on my waist
tightened. Sending a wave of awareness down my legs. His other palm held
the back of my thigh still, his fingers spreading across my skin. God,
everything I felt under me was hard and warm.
Dammit.
I couldn’t believe it, but I was mad and … and … and …
Shit. I was a little turned on by the display of strength.
That last thought had barely registered when Aaron’s grip on my waist
shifted, securing me with his whole arm. I could feel his biceps against my
side. My blood swirled, and it had nothing to do with being upside down.
“Brace yourself, girlfriend. I’m going to win this thing and put some food
in you before you eat my head off.”
“There’s no stopping that from happening. Boyfriend.”
Wishing I could know how close Aaron was from delivering the killing
goal, I twisted my body upward as much as I could. Behind us, phones were
out, recording the whole damn thing.
Oh Lord, please don’t let this end up on TikTok.