❝ darling, let me trace the lines on your tattooed heart ❞
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"Wait, so which goal do I kick it in?" Grace asks me.
"The one behind me."
"Oh no," She says. She closes her eyes, swinging her foot in front of her. She completely misses the ball, her entire body losing balance and falling to the ground. She whimpers as she lands on her butt.
She stares at me with big, shameful eyes. I let out a laugh. "Grace Baker, you can't close your eyes while playing soccer." I say, chuckling again.
"Don't laugh at me!" She whines.
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you." I tell her, picking her up and placing her back on the turf.
"This is why I quit soccer as a child." She dusts off her jeans, blowing a piece of hair away from her face.
"Come here," I tug her towards me, wrapping my arm around her, still getting tingles every time her skin comes in contact with mine. "I wanna take you out."
She looks up at me, her beautiful eyes always causing ripples of adoration to simmer through my body. "On our first official date?"
