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Jeremy laughs. “I’ve seen exceptional captaining skills today. Your leadership and ability to make decisions in a split time are exactly what we’re looking for. That finish only proved how much we need to have our hands on you.” He meets Jonathan’s gaze. “You didn’t tell me you hid a gem, King.”
“It comes with the family name,” Uncle says.
Jeremy smiles, eyeing Aiden. “We’ll be talking to the second King soon, too.”
“Yeah, that won’t happen, Jeremy.” Uncle takes him away before the assistant coaches start drooling over him.
I gulp a mouthful of water and spill some over my head.
One thing is over.
“Victory party at my place!” Ronan shouts, gripping me by the shoulder. “Captain, man of the hour!”
“You’ll have to do it on your own.” I shrug him off.
“Why?” Cole snatches the bottle from between my finger.
“I have an important place to be.” A place that’s two weeks overdue.
“Uh, you don’t have to.” Xander waggles his eyebrows, motioning behind me.
My breath hitches when I turn around.
The guys’ cheers, the spectators, and the entire fucking world disappears.
The only thing that remains is the girl walking across the pitch.
She’s wearing my T-shirt with number ten on it. Her hair falls on either side of her face like a fucking halo.
Air rushes back to my lungs, and it hurts.
Feeling so much life after suffocating for two weeks fucking hurts.
I’ll make sure it never hurts again. For the both of us.
Astrid once told me I’m a dark night. It’s in dark nights that stars like her shine the brightest.
55
Astrid
Mine.
* * *
My heart tries to punch its way out of my chest as I stare at Levi.
Sweat and water make his gorgeous Viking hair all tousled and shining. He runs towards me in that agile, stunning way that made me put up with morning runs.
His chest muscles strain against his jersey and his strong thighs nearly burst out of the shorts.
He stops in front of me, his handsome face slightly flushed from the heroic game he just finished.
I only came in the second half, after trying to convince myself for the thousandth time that this is the right thing to do and praying that I didn’t shatter us for good.
“Congrats,” I murmur, almost stammering like an idiot. “That was a great game.”
“Fuck that.” He breathes harshly, approaching me slowly. “Why are you here, Astrid?”
