Behind The Jersey

//CHAPTER 5// BEHIND THE SWEET THE SOUR AND THE GONE

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//CHAPTER FIVE// BEHIND THE SWEET, THE SOUR, AND THE GONE

"Because I threw the football that hit you."

Because...

I...

Threw...

The...

Football...

That...

Hit...

You.

My head pounds with this newly added information. And my first question isn't why did she do it. My first question is why I hadn't been wondering about who had thrown the football in the first place.

Yes, it's a football game. They were practicing. Anyone could have thrown or gotten a bad pass. Maybe a punt that went rouge. This is my initial thought but never the culprit behind it. But why did I not ask myself who?

"Liz-" Marina's voice breaks through the clambering in my head before another voice trumps hers.

"Elizabeth? Are you alright? You look sick." A smooth, husky voice breaches the thudding behind my skull, soothing it to a prominent tapping.

A big, warm hand falls onto my shoulder as a hulking form sits down behind me. A feeling of exiliration pilfers my attention as a sense of calm sets in. The hand at my shoulder begins to stroke from my shoulder down to my wrist in a slow and soft motion, little freckles of heat being left behind.

Everything feels to me a little woozy and dizzying. I don't know if it's the person rubbing my arm or my concussion that is causing it. I don't really care because at this point all I wanna do is not think and just recover so I can watch the rest of the game in peace.

As if by instinct I slowly fall back onto the being behind me. A rush of sparks are fabricated and generated through me as my head buries itself in the crook of their neck, an alluring, familiar scent taking over. The person's hand keeps soothing me with gentle strokes to my arm and shoulder, the other comes up to push some stray hair behind my ear.

I breathe in deeply as the nausea and faintness passes. I've forgotten all my troubles and all I can manage to think about is the serenity and comfort bubble I am surrounded by. I inhale, taking as much of their delicious scent as I can muster in one breath, and reminisce in the sensations before blowing it out with a big heave and an added small sigh.

Then I open my eyes.

Her eyes are wide open. Her jaw has dropped all the way through the core and into the other side of the world. Shock is pressing through the skin of her face. She is speechless.

"Are you two okay?" The voice ask, and this time I'm speechless.

My hand shoots up to catch the hand at my head, forcing it to a halt with my grip. An army of chills works their way through me as adrenaline mixed with fear pumps through my veins. The firmness and calloused features of their big hand in my soft and tiny one disturb me to no end.

My eyes widen to the size of tennis balls, and my heart kicks up into a wild canter. I gulp, trying to calm myself.

Slowly, I follow her flabbergasted gaze and tilt my head up. Straining and anxious to see the person attached to the tranquilizing caressing, my chin juts out to allow my eyes to catch a good look of the body who I am so comfortably nestled into, never letting go of that big, rough hand.