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“Ummm.”

“Anassassin.”

I snorted, pressing my mouth against his for one more quick kiss because he made me so happy.

And then, because he was Jace, he did the most ridiculous thing imaginable. Somehow balancing on the railing, he raised his fists in the air like he had just won the Super Bowl, and then he jumped off the railing, back on the field and he…danced.

A whole-ass victory dance. Complete with hip thrusting that was definitely targeted at me.

The crowd went absolutely feral.

I gawked at him, still trying to get oxygen back into my lungs.

Before I could finish, Jace turned straight toward the camera, grinning like he had zero regrets about what just happened.

And then—he shouted it. Into a microphone. On live television.

“I’M OBSESSED WITH RILEY ST. JAMES.”

The stadium erupted.

I thought the place had been loud before. But I was wrong.

Because now? Now, it was chaos.

Cameras zoomed in on my mortified expression, broadcasting my humiliation to a national audience.

And Jace? Jace looked so proud of himself. Like he had planned this entire thing.

Which—knowing him? Was not out of the question.

A furious roar from the sidelines broke through the moment. I glanced over and saw a guy—I assumed was one of the team’s coaches—wearing a headset, his face nearly purple, veins bulging in his neck as he pointed an accusatory finger at Jace and barked something unintelligible.

Jace winced.

Nat snorted. “He’s in so much fucking trouble.”

Casey grinned. “Worth it.”

Jace winked at me before—finally—trotting back to the sidelines, completely unapologetic.

“Chill, Coach. I was just—” He jerked his head toward me. “Making the right play.”

I groaned.

I was so, so screwed.

CHAPTER 16

RILEY

Ipulled my phone from my bag, fingers absentmindedly swiping through my notifications as I waited for Jace to finish up in the locker room. The stadium crowd was thinning, the lingering hum of victory still buzzing in the crisp night air. My cheeks ached from smiling so much, my throat raw from cheering.

For once, I’d let myself enjoy the moment.

But then, my phone dinged. I looked down and my smile dropped. It was an email. Fromhim.

My stomach plummeted, a sharp, ice-cold feeling cutting through the warmth that had been filling my chest just moments before.

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