I Pray To Be Only Yours

Thursday

Dylan

I was still wearing my uniform, feeling the weight of the pads, the sweat-soaked fabric clinging to my skin.

Practice had been over hours ago.

Sweat trickled down my forehead as I finally exited the locker room.

The field stretched out before me, a patchwork of emerald green and dewy brown.

I took a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of my lungs expanding and contracting against my ribcage.

My heart raced as I thought about tomorrow.

Not just the game, but her.

It was like a drug, consuming me, making it impossible to think about anything else.

I sighed, shaking my head as if to clear it.

It was pointless to think about her now.

I couldn't afford to get distracted.

The feel of my cleats digging into my heels grounded me, as if rooting me to the earth.

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly, a reminder of the enormity of the moment.

I took another deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I hated the idea of trying to focus on the game tomorrow when all I could think about was her.

Her curves, her skin, the way she moved.

It was maddening.

I knew I shouldn't be thinking about her like this.

She was nothing like the girls I usually went for.

But somehow, her presence lingered in the back of my mind, refusing to be ignored.

I stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles as I loosened my body.

I'd spent the last few hours going over plays in my head, visualizing each and every move.

The kiss played on repeat in my mind, vivid and intense, like a movie reel running through my head.

I could feel the softness of her lips against mine, taste the sweetness of her mouth.

My palms sweaty as if I were still holding her, It was as if she'd left an imprint on my soul.

I stretched one last time, feeling my muscles protest against my touch.

With a sigh, I turned and jogged to my truck.

The drive home was quick, my thoughts racing faster than the vehicle.

I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine, sighing heavily as I rested my head against the steering wheel.

I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help but close my eyes, trying to relive that moment over and over again in my mind.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates against my hip, pulling me out of my thoughts.