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The crowd erupts.
Players slam into each other, celebrating.
And I feel weirdly fucking proud. Even if I’m just the mascot.
Even if Leo still won’t say a damn word to me.
I still feel like I’m part of something.
And that feels so good.
CHAPTER NINE
Ford
The locker roomis loud as fuck.
Coach Ace is standing in the middle, voice booming over the chaos.
“Alright, listen up! You earned this win, so go celebrate. But be ready for practice at four tomorrow. No excuses.”
The team cheers, already making plans.
I should be listening.
But my eyes are locked on her.
Madeline is struggling to get the damn mascot head off, tugging at the oversized thing, her movements clumsy from exhaustion.
I don’t even think—I just step in.
“Here,” I say, reaching for the headpiece.
She stills, looking up at me, breathless, cheeks flushed.
Then she lets go, letting me lift it off her.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, exhaling sharply.
Up close, she smells like sweat, stadium air, and something coconutty.
Her blonde hair is pressed to her cheeks, damp from the heat of the costume, and fuck—Is this how she’d look after sex?
I shut that thought down fast.
Asher strolls up, grinning. “We’re going for drinks. You coming, Mads?”
She shakes her head. “I have to get home. I’m on dog duty tonight.”
“Damn. Next time, then.”
I don’t plan on saying anything.
I don’t plan on getting involved.
But then?—
“I’m heading out too,” I hear myself say. “I’ll walk you out.”
