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He thinks about it. “What’s yours?”

“Hmm. Maybe Sweet Home Alabama.”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“Really? Never?”

“Never.”

“I’ve seen it around a hundred times.”

“I think I need to see it, then.”

“Maybe we can watch it together sometime.”

“We can watch it tomorrow. We don’t have practice. We’re getting a rare day off.”

“You still didn’t tell me yours.”

“Maybe Raiders of the Lost Ark. Or one of the Star Wars movies. The earlier ones. Bo used to watch them and whenever he’d put them on we’d always end up watching the whole thing.”

“Bo?”

“He’s a friend from home. We played football together all through high school. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“Bo McCabe? The quarterback who went viral for falling in love with the girl from the Jumbotron?”

“You heard about that?”

“I think everyone heard about it. My sister told me about it, and she lives in California. It was so romantic, that he could just fall for her like that and not even know who she was. Are they still together?”

“She moved in with him.”

“Wow. So I guess that proves it. Love at first sight is real.”

“I already knew it was real.”

“Have you ever been in love?” I ask him.

The smile lingers. “Is this a trick question?”

“No. Answer it.”

My sassiness is getting a reaction. His dark eyes flash and his smile is hot. “Yes.”

“How many times?”

He’s playing my game, making me wait. “Once.”

I guess I know what he’s implying but it’s still hard to grasp that this literal superhero is somehow convinced I’m his star-crossed soul mate, when it’s been less than a week since we randomly met in the middle of the stadium.

I want to test him. I want him to somehow prove that all this lovestruck stuff is for real. “What did she look like?”

Elias leans back, humoring me. A thick lock of his hair partly obscures one of his blue eyes. Carefully, I smooth it back.

“Her eyes are green,” he tells me. “But not your ordinary kind of green. They make her look like there’s magic going on inside her soul, like it’s all glittery in there and if you can only get close to her, it’ll rub off on you. And you want it to, so fucking bad. Your craving to have some of her fairy dust sprinkle itself onto your life is so intense it makes you do crazy shit, like scale the walls of her dorm just so you can get close to her.”

Elias O’Shea is a romantic—like me, even though I never knew it until now.

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