Kiss To Conquer by Anna B. Doe EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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HAYDEN
Everything fucking hurts.
The sweat is dripping down my face, clouding my gaze. I blink it away,
trying to focus on the defenseman looking at me across the white line. My
breathing is reduced to hard pants, pulse hammering in my neck from the
almost two-hour-long practice.
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Nixon, the team quarterback and one of my best friends, calls out the
play. The ball is snapped into his hands and before anybody can blink, I’m
already slipping through the little hole in our defensive line and running
down the field.
I can hear the grunts as offense and defense clash behind me, but I don’t
stop and I sure as hell don’t turn back until I hear the soft shift in the air.
Only then do I turn around, pigskin falling into my awaiting arms. My
fingers clench around the ball, holding it tightly as I continue running
toward the end zone.
Thirty yards.
Twenty-five.
Twenty.
Fifteen.
Just when I think I’ll make it, strong arms wrap around me and pull me
to the ground. I hold the ball close to my chest for dear life as a twohundred-plus pound linebacker pushes me into the grass, effectively kicking
all the air out of my lungs.
Fucking hell.
The whistle blows, signaling the end of the play. “It’s a wrap, guys!”
Coach calls out.
Grunting, I push against the body sprawled over me when he doesn’t
move fast enough. “Get your heavy ass off of me, Santiago.”
Emmett Santiago is a junior defense player, and they don’t call him
“The Hulk” for nothing. But currently, he’s cutting off my air supply and I
don’t find it the least bit funny.
Stumbling to his feet, he offers me his hand, which I reluctantly accept.
“Don’t be such a pussy, Hades,” he chuckles. Pulling off his helmet, he
runs his hand through his sweaty hair.
Bending forward, I grip my knees and try to inhale some much-needed
air into my lungs. I’m so fucking tired. The sweat is dripping off my face,
my practice uniform is plastered to my body, making my skin itch.
“I think you’re confusing me with your sorry ass,” I throw back, not one
to back down easily.
Emmett throws his head back, laughing hard. Not much can rattle the
guy.
“What are you two ladies gossiping about that’s so funny?” Nixon asks
as he crashes on the grass next to me.
“How we’ll have to find a new captain if you continue slacking like you
did today.”
“Well excuse me, Mr. Will-Be-Number-One-NFL-Draft-Prospect,” Nix
mocks. “I can’t use all my strength for training camp. Gotta keep all you
suckers on your toes somehow.”
I shake my head at his cheesy comeback. But the dude is right. It’s just
training camp. Getting back into the groove after the summer break usually
takes a little bit of time. Between the summer break and new players on the
roster, training camp is a mess most of the time. Unusually warm weather
doesn’t help much.
Fucking climate change.
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