He’s magnificent to watch.
When Sebastian passes the ball to another player, Dean catches up to him and ruffles his hair.
They mess around a little, making me smile.
It’s good to see their friendship. The whole team seems to get along well, but it’s clear that Sebastian has his own group in Dean, Ian, and Fredrick.
When they’re all done, Dean comes running over to where I’m seated, with Sebastian hot on his heel.
“Lily! What a delight to see you here, darling.”
The British accent makes everything sound flirty. I’m sure he pulls all the ladies using that accent and his charm.
“Have a good practice?” I ask.
To me, everything looked great, but I’m still a newbie to this sport.
Sebastian catches up to us, and what a sight he is.
His hair sticks to his forehead, and when he lifts his bottle to take a long sip of his drink, the jersey lifts, revealing part of his abs underneath.
I quickly avert my eyes, but when I look into his eyes, he winks at me, a small smile evident behind his bottle.
Freaking winks at me!
He’s definitely feeling the same changes as I am.
“Yes, it was good. Will you come to our game on Saturday? And game night at Sebastian’s on Sunday?”
I look questionably at Sebastian.
I’m planning on attending their football match on Saturday, but as far as game night goes, this is the first I’ve heard of it.
Dean drops an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.
“You’re one of us now—that means game nights,” he says, with the biggest smile towards Sebastian.
He looks at the arm draped across my shoulders before he swallows.
“I haven’t talked to her about it yet, but I was planning to. You’re more than welcome to come, Lily, but I also understand if you don’t want to hang around a group of grabby football players.”
At his tone, Dean drops his arms, rolling his eyes at his teammate.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I can’t help myself.
Sebastian did not like Dean having his arm around me, and the grabby hands comment proves my point.
“I’d love to! I’ll catch up with you when you’re ready, Sebastian,” I say, breaking the tension.
I grab my bag, and Sebastian drags Dean with him towards the exit of the field.
My excitement about my not-date with Sebastian this evening has just intensified.
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“Come on. Aren’t you supposed to have great stamina?” I ask Sebastian, who’s moving at a pace that is nowhere near acceptable for an elite athlete.
We’re moving up the stairs of St. Paul’s Cathedral, and I’m eager to get to the top and see the view as the sun sets over London.
