She parts her legs for me as I slide over and kissher sensually while I grind at her middle.
Jordyn moans and caresses my back when I ease intoher, filling her to the base.
We cling to each other for dear life as we makelove slow and steady into the night.
Only three minutes left.
Delham’s tied with St. Andrew at three goals, thefirst two by Caleb.
Our college hasn’t been to the finals in twoyears. This is the deciding match, and everyone’s on their feet, hoping forvictory.
Scarlett and I are gripping each other’s hands,and Caleb’s family looks just as anxious next to us.
“Final minute,” someone yells.
I look at the clock.
“They’ll get the win,” I mutter to myself. “I knowthey will.”
Excited roars boom into the air as Caleb tacklesthe ball from his opponent and speeds down the field.
“Come on, come on.” Mr. Rosmond is bouncing in thespot with his wife and Noah.
My heart pounds faster with anticipation.
Caleb readies his shot, bringing his leg back.
But just as he slings it forward, the opponenttrips him hard on the penalty line.
His face twists with blatant agony as he plungesto the grass.
Horrified groans explode into the air.
The referee blows the whistle to pause the match,holding up a red card for the uncaring opponent.
Fucking bastard.
Caleb isn’t getting up.
There’s nothing but silence now.
“Oh god.” I watch in horror as Caleb holds hisankle while writhing in pain.
I run from the stands with his family andScarlett.
“Caleb!” Mrs. Rosmond yells.
Officials stop us at the sideline as medics tendto him.
I’m anxiously shifting in place, wanting more thananything to be at his side.
Fear escalates as they set him on a stretcher andcarry him from the field.
They allow us into the locker room, where someoneinforms us that Caleb needs to go to the hospital.
Mr. Rosmond speaks to Coach Walters briefly, andthen we’re all leaving the match.
I can’t imagine Caleb’s disappointment at notbeing able to finish. But the most important thing right now is his injury, andI’m scared that his worst nightmare has come true.