Page 100 of The Wrong Play

“Like what?” Casey giggled. “Kiss you?”

I shot her a glare, my face blazing as I turned back toward the screen. Still there. I shook my head again, trying to silently convey move on, please move on. But that only seemed to encourage the crowd, because the noise escalated, the whole stadium feeding off my embarrassment.

I was seconds away from sinking into the concrete when the screams suddenly intensified.

Like the entire stadium had collectively lost its mind.

I frowned. What was going on?

And then I saw him.

Charging straight off the field. Helmet off. Mouthguard gone. Number 77. Jace Thatcher.

My stomach dropped.

“What is he doing?” I choked out, hands flying to my face.

Jace leapt up on the railing in front of us. His golden hair was damp with sweat, his eyes locked right onto mine with deadly intent.

A whole stadium full of people screamed, chanted his name, and lost their damn minds.

I just sat there, completely paralyzed.

This wasnothappening.

And then it was.

Jace grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me senseless.

The world shattered. My brain short-circuited.

His lips crashed against mine with a ferocity that left me gasping, his fingers threading into my hair like he was trying to own me completely. I barely had time to react before he tilted my chin, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding with mine in a way that sent fire straight through my veins.

A thunderous roar exploded around us.

People were screaming. Chanting. Whistling.

None of it mattered.

Because Jace.Jace,Jace,Jace.

The heat of his body, the grip of his hands, the absolute certainty behind every movement—I was drowning in him. His mouth moved against mine like he was starving for this. For me. Like he had wanted this for years. Like he needed me more than air.

I melted into him, clutching his jersey, letting him consume me.

I felt everything in that kiss.

Possession. Obsession. A promise.

By the time he finally pulled back, I was dizzy, my lips swollen, my entire body wrecked. Jace stared up at me, breathless. His eyes burned, his fingers tightening around my jaw like he couldn’t believe I was real.

The stadium was still screaming, but I could barely process any of it.

Because Jace. Jace was looking at me like I was his entire world. “I’ve got one for you,” he grinned, leaning forward so his lips brushed against mine once again.

“What is it?” I asked, an answering smile already forming on my face, noting that his eyes were a little dazed looking, like he was just as affected by this as I was.

“What has two butts and kills people?”

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