- Elizabeth -
As the adrenaline of the match faded, it took me a moment to transition from the electric energy buzzing around us to the quiet intensity of the aftermath. Zayn's touch lingered on my skin, a warming reminder of what had just transpired between us in the panic room—an experience that felt almost like a victory lap after a game well played.
However, the whirl of emotions was briefly interrupted when I noticed Sean heading away, leaving Aria to excuse herself for a moment. Zayn was deep in conversation with a few players from Sean's team, breaking down the match with the same expertise as a seasoned commentator. I could see the intensity in his eyes as he dissected the plays, his passion for the game radiating in every gesture. Given the depth of our earlier conversation, I s
