I’m also excited to see his reaction to my new jersey.
I’m writing up a few ideas for my next interviews with Sebastian when he texts me that he’s all ready to go and to meet him at the players’ exit.
He’s made sure I have an access card that allows me to enter most of the stadium.
I make my way through the halls and run into Dean and Ian. As soon as I’m close enough, I give them both a hug, congratulating them on their game.
“You did so well! It was amazing watching you guys.”
“Thanks, darling,” Dean drawls, looking at my jersey with a playful smile.
“Sebastian got you that?” Ian asks, and now that would be amazing.
“No, I got it from your shop. Wanted to surprise him,” I tell them, and they nod their approval.
I wonder if they have any friends or family watching their games. Being a professional athlete is quite a different life from the one most people live. It’s their dream come true, but it seems rather lonely at times as well, living in this football bubble whilst everyone else is off doing something different in their home countries.
“We’ll see you around, Lily.”
“Yes! Have a good night.”
I continue down the halls and when I get to the exit, I spot Sebastian right away.
I’m bouncing over to him and throwing my arms around his neck before I can stop myself.
I’m a hugger, and he’ll have to get used to that.
“You were amazing, Sebastian! I’m officially a football fan,” I say, before stepping back.
Sebastian always looks good, but now? He’s remarkable.
His hair is still wet from the shower, and he’s wearing all black from head to toe.
The worst of all?
A freaking backward hat.
This man and his backward hats will be the death of me.
It should be illegal to look this good.
“Thanks, Lily. I’m glad you had fun.”
I peel off my jacket before turning around and pointing my thumbs to his name on my back.
“What do you think?” I ask, feeling giddy from excitement.
The look on Sebastian’s face, on the other hand, stops me in my tracks.
Shit.
He looks shocked.
He’s staring at me, taking in the jersey, and making me feel more uncertain for each second ticking by without him saying anything.
Is this too much?
“Shit, I’m sorry. This might be a little too much. I’m—”