Page 48 of Enemies Off Camera
He finally rips his eyes away from my face and gets the game moving again.
“Good. Let’s get to the end.”
There are so many penalties.Even Jaxon racks up four of them. I don’t like that.
I finally see why Genesis booed so loudly earlier when Barber got called for a face mask penalty. Honestly, I didn’t even see him touch the other guy’s face mask. And if he did, it was barely a tap.
“Sometimes the refs can be overzealous,” Jaxon says.
When he’s about to score, I’m perched on the edge of my seat. My heart’s thudding in my chest. He’s so graceful—like a jaguar or a cheetah, ball tucked between his arms and hand over it to protect it, just like he explained.
Chauncy is only a few steps behind, gaining ground. But just before the end zone, Jaxon thrusts his body forward and scores!
I leap out of my seat, cheering and celebrating—until I see what’s happening on the screen. The camera has captured another version of me.
My most embarrassing moment. Ever.
Horrified, I immediately fall silent.
“Again, sorry,” I mumble.
But Jaxon is beaming. He points at the TV. “Don’t worry. What you just did makes up for that.”
Now I’m flustered. Sitting beside him, I’m hot and bothered—and dangerously close to suggesting we do something very stupid.
And dangerous.
I mean, we’re both adults.
Although… I’m not even sure Jaxon wants me, sexually. He doesn’t even like me much.
“A girl named Anita gave me a tour earlier,” I say, testing the waters. He might be into Anita.
“Oh yeah. Good,” he says, shifting in his chair. “She’s good.”
There it is. That little tell. Something’s going on between them. He’s probably going to sneak around with her while I’m away—or worse, while I’m asleep.
And just like that, I pull myself together.
We make it to the end of the game. San Diego barely wins. We both stand.
I hold out my hand. “Thank you for this. I’m actually excited about Thursday’s game now. You’re going to kick their asses.”
I’m surprised when he pulls me in.
This time, his hard body presses fully against mine—and yes, he’s hard in all the right places.
So… he does want me.
He lowers his mouth to my left ear, and a warm, tingling sensation washes over me as I close my eyes.
“I agree,” he whispers, ASMR-style.
My knees weaken as Jaxon slowly backs away—leaving me aching for more, but not totally willing todomore.
And I think he feels the same way. I can feel the invisible barrier he just erected between us.
“Today’s been a long day,” he says, thumbing over his shoulder.
