Play With Me by Kristen Proby

Author:Kristen Proby
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Published: 2013-02-25T11:00:00+00:00

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How in the hell did I get here?

“Yes! Run, run, run, baby, run!” Tasha, the woman sitting next to me screams, jumping up and down. “That’s my man!” She turns to me and hugs me tightly, her excitement palpable.

I am sitting with a small group of family members of the team players, in a box near the fifty yard line. We have the best seats in the house. Will made sure that I was welcomed and shown the ropes when I got to the Miami Stadium this morning.

We find our seats, watching the guys regroup for the next play and Tasha, a beautiful, and sweet woman with mocha-colored skin and long dark hair, smiles over at me. “Is this your first away game?”

“Yeah, pretty obvious, huh?”

She laughs and shrugs. “We’ve all been the newbie at some point. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

“Do you come to all the away games?” I ask her and watch intently as Will throws the ball and is immediately sacked. I cringe and pray. Please, God, don’t let him get hurt.

“No, only a couple a year. Most of us choose one or two games to travel to. We’re lucky with this sport; the guys are home a lot, and away games only take them away from home for a few days.”

Nodding thoughtfully, I turn my attention back to the game. Will has the ball and is looking for somewhere to pass, but there just isn’t anywhere, so he runs. “Oh, shit. Go, Will!” I stand and scream, and then hold my fingers over my mouth as I watch him run, my stomach clenching in fear that he’ll get tackled and hurt, but he runs through the defense and another thirty yards into the end-zone.

“Yes!” I jump and scream and laugh. “Touchdown, babe!”

Will throws the ball to the ref and jogs back toward the sideline, his teammates high-five and slap his helmet in congratulations, and I just can’t stop smiling.

I’m so fucking proud of him!

Tasha smiles over at me as I sit next to her. “He’s good.”

“Yeah, he is.”

“He’s a really great guy too,” she mentions casually.

“He’s the best man I’ve ever met,” I reply immediately. And I mean it.

I feel Tasha’s gaze on me, and I meet hers straight on.

“He’s a lucky guy.”

“No,” I shake my head and watch him take his helmet off and talk with a coach. “I’m the lucky one.” Will is nodding at what the coach is saying, his hands propped on his lean hips, panting with exertion from the last play. He looks up into the stands and finds us, his eyes lock onto mine and he winks and taps his nose, just like he did that first weekend, when he told me to watch at half-time. I am so fucking lucky.

I smile widely and can’t help but sigh as he turns away to talk to some of the other guys.

“You have it bad, girl.” Tasha nudges my shoulder with hers. “And it looks like it’s mutual.”

I shrug smugly and take a sip of my diet soda.

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