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I said you were having a great time. *shrug emoji*
Mayson
All of you are wrong (mostly) but I’m fine. Focus on the game.
Anja
Are you going to be able to walk, let alone play later?
Mayson
*middle finger emoji*
I toss my phone onto my bed, then look down at myself, seeing the fake blood, dirt, and probably some real blood all over me. Not to mention the stickiness between my thighs that gives me an extremely vivid reminder of everything that was done last night.
I beeline to the shower, needing to feel clean, and do my best to erase the touch of Colin from my skin. Not because of shame or disgust. But because I can’t afford to be distracted later, and I don’t know what any of this means with us. I don’t know if this means the pranks will stop. I don’t know if thismeans we’re together, or if spending the night together in one of our beds is going to be a regular occurrence.
I don’t know any of it. That’s why I can’t focus on that right now because we have a game to play. And win.
We’re gettinginto position for the game, I’m moving my legs to keep them warm as I wait for kick-off. Blake and the other team’s forward are in the center circle, neither is saying anything in anticipation for the game to start. I’m a little surprised Blake is even here after what happened on Halloween. But her dedication to soccer is unmatched.
Once the ball is in play, everyone jumps into action. Blake wins possession of it, and we go into attack mode. As a center midfielder, I both attack and defend, so I jump into assisting with the attack as we run into the opponents side of the field. Blake kicks the ball over to me, I dribble it, but pass it to Chelsey when a defender is on me too much to have a clear shot.
One of our passes is intercepted and the other team gets the ball, driving it to our side of the field. I have to switch gears into defending.
I’ve always liked how fast paced soccer is. I get to lose myself in the game and my sole focus is on scoring and making sure the other team doesn’t get a chance to.
The ref blows their whistle to pause the play when one of the other players goes down. It didn’t even look like they were hit very hard, but they stay down, and we use the time to catch our breaths.
She ends up getting taken off the field, and we reposition after they get one of their alternates on the field to fill in her spot.
We get the first goal after a few more minutes of play, and we celebrate with Blake who was the one to score it. It’s always a morale booster to get the first goal of the game, and I feel revitalized going into the next play.
Anything else that doesn’t pertain to what is happening on this field right now doesn’t matter. Even though at one point I look up in the stands and I swear my eyes catch on a familiar pair of blue ones. I look away before I can distract myself even more. But for some reason the thought of Colin being here watching the game has me playing even harder than I normally would.
Not because I want to impress him. Because while he may think he’s the best at everything he does and that he’s a god amongst us all, I want him to see that I’m also the best at what I do. He just happens to brag about it and I’m more humble about it.
One of us has to have some humility.
We end up winning the game, and when I take the time to look up in the stands again, I can’t find the dark blue eyes I swear I saw earlier, but I don’t care. I’m sure he’ll be home when I get there. I’m sure he won’t leave me alone for the rest of the night.
And with the high I’m riding from the win, I don’t want him to.
Maybe he can pull out that mask again. I would have never imagined that would be as hot as it was. I never thought about being chased in the forest, especially by my stepbrother in a mask.
Yet, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to do it again. And again.
Which makes me think of all the other things I’ve heard about, but never thought I would be interested in. With Colin, I’m open to so much more than I ever would have thought. I’veimagined what it would be like to wake up to him touching me. What would happen if he came home while I was in the kitchen, didn’t say a word, tossed me on the counter then atemeinstead of whatever I was cooking.
The fantasies are out of control. And I don’t think there’s any chance of them slowing down or stopping any time soon.
Chapter 25
Colin
Ever since Halloween, I’ve made sure to have Mayson in my bed every night. Even when she tries to fight me on it, we both know she doesn’t mean it and she just ends up there anyway. I’ve even watched a couple of her games, but I don’t think she knows that.
I also gave back her clothes. Still no panties, and I added some lingerie she has yet to put on for me, but she will. Especially if I don’t give her a choice.
