-Elizabeth-
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the stadium as the final minutes of the match ticked down. The roar of the crowd pulsed around me like a living thing, each wave of sound underlining the thrilling atmosphere. My heart raced not just for the game but for a much different reason. Beside me, Zayn was an electric presence; his eyes were glued to the field, yet I could feel the playful energy between us crackling like static in the air.
Sean's team was leading, their players darting across the pitch like well-oiled machines. Every cheer from the stands sent tremors through the seats, and I felt that familiar urge to jump up and scream with excitement—but my focus was on Zayn, seated so close that our thighs were nearly touching.
"Can you believe the way they
