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Shakira
His efforts were so damnattractive.
When Kendall said he’d make sure me and whoever I brought to his game were taken care of, I’d assumed that just meant like, he’d leave some decent tickets for us at will call. But it hadn’t taken long for me to realize how wrong I was, Mr. Dogwood pulling out all the stops to ensure I -we- had the best time.
From the car service he’d arranged to pick us up, to the exclusive stadium access we were given upon arrival, and the luxury suite he’d reserved that was not only stocked with the best finger foods and premium tequila but also provided an incredible view of the field, there had been so much thought put into giving me -us- a true Houston Skyhawks experience. And honestly, I was beyond flattered by it all, grinning from ear to ear as I watched the man who wasn’t my man but was going to be my man do what he did best.
And hewasthe best.
I may not have known all the rules or completely understood everything that was happening, but I knew what Kendall’s job was. And seeing the way he excelled at it was so inspiring, and exciting, andattractive.
Actually, scratch that.
The shit wassexy.
I mean, the command he had over his team, the strength and athleticism he exuded on every play, the obvious determination it took for him to get the ball down the field and the way the crowd responded when he finally got it into the end zone…
The excitement I felt all over was lowkey overwhelming. And it probably didn’t help when Gianna suggested we celebrate each of Kendall’s touchdowns with tequila shots, the liquor turning my excitement to full-blown lust that already had me making plans for later in my head.
Of course, any plans with Kendall partially depended on the Skyhawks getting a victory. And I would’ve been lying if I didn’t admit how stressed I was when the score was tied going into the final few minutes of the game, my heart pounding as I watched the defense line up for a moment that I could literallyfeelthe importance of.
The air in the stadium was a lot thicker.
It was louder than it had been all game.
And everyone was on their feet,myself included, as we watched the ball get snapped and then saw Hawk flying in to tackle the other team’s quarterback who must not have seen him coming considering the way he got straight up clobbered.
If it would’ve been the other way around and Kendall was the one getting tackled like that, I probably would’ve wanted to fight somebody. But being on this end meant we were celebrating the shit, Zara taking things a step further when she commented, “That’s it. I need that nigga like,yesterday.”
Giggling, I replied, “You’re a season too late, sis. Homeboy is engaged now.”
“But is he happy? Cause if he’s not, I can save him.”
The fact that Zara was ready to put her cape on only further amused me as I shared, “According to his Instagram, he absolutelyadoreshis fiancée Briyana, and they’re a fine ass match made in heaven.”
“Oh, his girl is fine too?” she asked, not even waiting for me to answer before suggesting, “So maybe they’re looking for a third?”
Shaking my head with a laugh, I turned my attention back to the field and began to scan the sideline looking for Kendall who I found strategizing with one of his coaches. And once the game was called back into action, he pulled his helmet on just as the other team kicked the ball to one of the guys on the Skyhawks who didn’t get very far before he was tackled.
“Shit,” I hissed, watching as Kendall finally took the field with the rest of the offense. And with that transition, the volume in the stadium somehow got a notch louder, damn near deafening as the Skyhawks went into a quick huddle and then lined up for their first play.
My heart was racing as I nervously watched Kendall get the ball. And I’m pretty sure it stopped working properly when I saw a humongous guy coming after him full speed, Kendall somehow dodging the tackle and then taking off running up the field before going out of bounds to avoid another hit.
“Thank God,”I thought, my hands covering my mouth as I watched Kendall and his team line up for another play. And the fact that the time on the clock was quickly dwindling only made me that much more anxious when Kendall got the ball and then handed it off to another guy who ran up the middle for a few more yards.
Progress.
The clock was down to less than a minute, and I could barely stand to watch. But I also couldn’t look away, too enthralled as I observed the way Kendall very calmly maintained full control of the situation as if there was no pressure at all.
Like he was built for it, because he kind of was.
The athletic genes.
His years at UT and all the football he’d surely played before that.
The preseason competition he’d most recently experienced.
It had all prepared him for moments like this.
