ZAC

“Hey babe.” Zoey strutted over to where I was changing into my sportswear in the men’s changing room and kissed me, I kissed her right back, much to the delight of my teammates.

The whistles and howls only got louder every second my mouth stayed glued to Zoey’s. 

She finally broke off. “Have a great game.”

“Well, that’s a surprise. I thought you didn’t like soccer.”

She shrugged, grinning. “You’re right, I don’t. I’m not here to watch you play. I just wanted to kiss you, for good luck. I have an appointment in twenty minutes.” 

“Wel, that’s sweet of you.” I kissed her again, but it was brief...