Chapter 49

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking at the ground. “It was pretty shitty of me to act like I did.” I dared a look up at him. “I get tense. I get insecure.”

Jack narrowed his lovely eyes and wet his lips. “Yes, I know…So, did you lose the game because of me?”

“No,” I lied. “We lost because we have a goalie who’s afraid of the ball and because Pablo and Vince are two drunks who play hungover half of the time.”

“But when you saw me,” Jack insisted, smiling a little. “That ball went right over your head.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

He was right. In his skinny blue jeans, Jack had looked so good walking up to the field that I’d lost my senses for a second.

He was so damn beautiful.

“Those guys,” Jack said, after a moment, his expression darkening as he looked back at the field. “Those guys will never let me in. They’d lock me up in a black chamber if only they could and never give up the key.”

“They’re idiots.”

“But they admire you.” Jack looked into my eyes. “And they loatheme.”