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“I love you so much it almost scares me,” Sasha tells me, and I tilt my head to the side.
“Why would it scare you?” I question, trailing my hand up and down his back as I wait for his response.
“Because I’ve never experienced a love like this before. I’m afraid I’m going to mess it up.”
“That’s impossible,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “We’re going to have ups and downs, and we’ll both make mistakes along the way, but you can’t mess up love. You just keep trying every day. As long as you are doing your best and you never stop loving me, then there’s nothing to worry about.”
Soft lips press against my chest, and the touch shoots directly to my heart, warming it with love.
“Thank you for loving me,” he tells me in a soft voice.
“No thanks is needed. I’m going to love you until the day that I die,” I vow to him.
“Same,” he replies.
I give him a gentle squeeze, letting him know just how much that one word means to me. Forever is a long time, but I think as long as we keep trying, we can make it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
RIO
ROUGHLY 1 MONTH LATER
The cool air fills my lungs as I take a deep inhale and wait for the ball to get back in motion. Today is the championship game, and I refuse to let our team lose. We worked so fucking hard to get here, and I know we have it in us to bring home this last win of the season.
Once the ball is in motion, I run into place and wait for my teammate to make his next move. He makes eye contact with me and then sends the ball flying in my direction. I catch the ball with precision and dribble it farther down the pitch before passing it to BooBoo since I don’t have a clear line to the net.
BooBoo dribbles the ball a little further before kicking it with all his might toward the net. I hold my breath as I watch the ball, and when it flies into the net, I shout at the top of my lungs and rush over to my friend, pounding him on the back in celebration.
“That’s how it’s done,” Whiley yells, giving BooBoo a bro hug.
The score is now three-one, and there isn’t much time left on the clock. I can practically taste the victory already, but I won’t get cocky, that’s how games are lost.
I cast a quick glance at Kerrington, who is cheering on the sidelines, smiling softly for my man before getting into position and staring down my opponents like I do every game. Even though they also look determined, there’s a hint of defeat there already. They know how unlikely it is for them to win, but they aren’t giving up, which I respect.
Our team gets possession of the ball once it’s in play, and I run ahead to secure an open spot. Within seconds, the ball is sent toward me, but I’m almost immediately blocked, so I send it to BooBoo and run farther ahead. He sends the ball back to me, but once again, an opponent is on my ass, so I kick it toward Whiley, who is able to break away, and I internally cheer.
The crowd starts to countdown, and when Whiley sends the ball soaring into the net just as the crowd gets to two, securing our Championship win.
“Yes!” I shout as loud as I possibly can before rushing over to my teammates, who are piling on top of Whiley. “We fucking did! We won. We fucking won!”
Sasha rushes to the field in his Kerrington costume and gives me an awkward hug before grabbing Whiley’s hand and holding it up in victory.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Sasha tells me, but I don’t have time to respond before the cheerleaders are joining us, and he has to perform once more.
It doesn’t matter to me that we can’t celebrate on the pitch together because I know we’ll be celebrating later tonight once we’re both able to leave.
It feels like forever before I finally have Sasha in my arms and he’s giving me the best celebratory kiss ever.
“You guys killed it,” he tells me as we break for air.
“I can’t believe we actually won,” I reply. “This is literally all I ever dreamt about. And now that it’s happened, it doesn’t even feel real.”
“Well, it is real, whether it feels that way to you or not, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. You made your own dreams come true, baby; not many people get to say that.”
“You’re my dream,” I tell him, then press my lips to his again.
“Do you know that I practically turn into a puddle of goo every time you talk to me like that?” he asks with a cheesy grin.
