Aaron Verlice, the charismatic and talented quarterback of the university's football team, has always been known for his precision on the field and his charm off it. But few people know about his secret passion - art. Aaron's sketches and paintings...
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We did it! We won the game. I can't believe it. My heart is still racing from the adrenaline, and my body aches from all the hits I took during the game, but it all feels worth it now. I grin as I turn and see my teammates surrounding me, celebrating with high fives and hugs.
I see some of our supporters in the stands, waving their flags and chanting our names. Then my gaze drifts towards the student section, where I see Blair jumping up and down with excitement. But my eyes are drawn to her friend standing beside her. She's cheering and clapping, her smile wide and genuine.
The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. 'My snowflake,' I murmur under my breath, watching her as she continues to cheer and celebrate with Blair. I shake my head, surprised at the unfamiliar warmth spreading in my chest as I watch her.
I've never been a sentimental guy, always preferring to keep my emotions in check. But there's something about her that makes me feel things I've never felt before. It's not just her beauty; it's something else, something deeper. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can't deny the undeniable pull I feel towards her.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I noticed her wearing my jersey. Seeing her wear my last name and number on it makes something stir in my chest. Damn, she looks good in my gear. The sight of her in my jersey makes me feel possessive, and a wave of primitive want washes over me. She's mine, even if she doesn't realize it yet.
I remember how I'd given her the jersey last night and told her to wear it for luck. It was a spur of the moment decision, but I knew I wanted to see her wearing it today. And now, seeing her in it, looking like she belongs to me, I make a mental note to remind her that she should wear my jersey more often, even if we are just still friends.
Damon gives me a nudge and points towards the small stage being set up on the field. The trophy ceremony is about to begin, and the team is being ushered to the stage to receive our award.
I straighten my spine and take a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange feelings that have taken root in my chest. It's time to focus on the task at hand. I join the other players in making our way towards the stage, keeping my game face on as I prepare to accept the trophy.
We stand on the stage, the silver trophy gleaming in the spotlight. The university officials present congratulate us on our victory, and the crowd cheers loudly as the trophy is handed over to me, the team captain.
I accept the trophy with a small smile, raising it up for the crowd to see. I can feel the weight of the moment, the pride and accomplishment of winning the game. Behind me, my teammates are clapping and cheering as well, their energy palpable.
As I stand there on the stage, I can feel her eyes on me, watching me closely. I look over at her, and for a brief moment, our gazes meet. A small shiver runs down my spine, and I feel that strange stirring in my chest again.
