Secret Love

Chapter 2

"You alright? I'm Brooklyn."

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I stared for probably a little too long before eventually replying. "You're Brooklyn?" I asked, mesmerized by his eyes. "I'm Charlotte White."

He smiled, and just that one smile made me happy. A small dimple formed in his left cheek. "Do I not look like an Brooklyn, then?" He questioned, letting out a short laugh.

His smile was infectious and I was soon smiling as well. "No you do, I mean, I just didn't think the new coach... I didn't think you'd be so... you." I fumbled for my words, already making a fool of myself.

He just grinned, his gorgeous smile making me forget my injury momentarily. He was still holding his hand out, waiting for me to shake it.

I extended my hand to him and he grabbed it gently. "Oh my God. Your hands are freezing." Brooklyn exclaimed immediately grabbing my other hand and cupping them within his.

"Always are." I mumbled, looking down and trying to hide the blush creeping onto my cheeks.

He gently brought my hands to his mouth and blew on them, warming them slightly. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes to see that his eyes had never left mine.

"Better?"

"Better." I nodded, although I didn't want him to let go of my hands.

"Right, Charlotte." He paused, releasing my hands. "Why did Dan call me over?"

I winced as my throbbing ankle became noticeable again. "Well Lucy challenged me, and she took me out, instead of the ball. My ankle is killing."

"Okay," Brooklyn said, all of his attention focused on my lower leg now. "Is it alright if I take your boot off?"

"Yeah, sure."

Carefully, he eased off my boot, then removing my sock and shinpad, just as slowly. He frowned as he looked at my ankle. "Its really swollen, their may be a small fracture to the bone," he traced a finger up my ankle, "which runs along here."

I shivered at his touch. "Fuck..." I muttered. "That sounds bad."

"You know what is bad? Your language." Brooklyn scolded me, a slight smile on his lips.

"Alright, alright, chill..." I laughed, despite the pain.

"You won't need a cast on it but you might be on crutches for a couple of weeks and you certainly won't be playing football for a while."

I moaned, laying back on the grass. Not playing football... I hated that.

"Look, moaning about it isn't going to help you get better any quicker. Let's get you up and out of the way, and get some ice on that ankle." Even his voice was enough to make me smile. What was wrong with me?

I sat back up as Brooklyn positioned himself by side to help me up. He wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers brushing my side through the thin material of my football top. I wrapped my arm around his waist to support myself as I stood up onto my unharmed leg.

His grip tightened around me until he helped me hop over to the fence so I could lean back against it. I slumped to the ground as he pulled an ice pack from his medical bag. He pressed it to my ankle firmly. "Keep that on there for the rest of the session, then head straight to the doctors when you get picked up."

I nodded and smiled. "Thanks for this, Brooklyn. I get injured a lot, so you might be seeing a bit more of me."

"I won't forget that,"  he grinned. "I won't forget you, Charlotte White."

I smiled lazily as he began to head back to the session he'd been coaching.

There was no way I would forget him.

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