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Watching Kevin play was an experience I was grateful for being able to witness.

He was clad in a navy blue shirt and shorts and the wind had been knocked out of me.

The way his body moved fluidly with the ball, the way his muscles flexed under the material forced me to draw a breath. Every. Single. Time.

Suddenly in middle of the game, his eyes lifted up to mine and he winked.

And my world stopped.

And my heart hammered against my chest in a way it would seem impossible.

And in that moment I wondered how would it feel if he would cross the field and claim my lips like I was his, for the world to see.

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