Then I have the challenge of finding the right content for each platform. What works on Connectivity Story Share and TikTok is different from what works for Instagram. During the season, this is easy.
But in November? It’s a bit of a challenge.
I select a post for next week. This one is of Keegan Donnley, a rising star for Real Miami. He grew up in the Real Miami academy, and he’s a talented striker. He’s not jaded by the media—yet—and will do anything you ask of him, and he seems to have fun with it.
Add in the fact that he’s incredibly good looking, with tattoos on his neck and full sleeves, wild, wavy dark brown hair, facial scruff, and killer green eyes?
It’s a huge social media win.
Which is why I’m excited he agreed to work our annual Feed the Family event next week. Real Miami hosts a Thanksgiving meal for Miami-area families in need. I can’t wait to be a part of that this year. People from all our departments participate, from front office staff to players and coaches. And my job is to create content from the event for social media. Our goal is to use it to spur more community involvement for the cause, and I think getting Keegan onboard is going to give it a tremendous boost.
As Thanksgiving enters my mind, so does Aiden. What will he do next Thursday? It’s not like he can go home and celebrate it, no different than my brothers can’t come home for our celebration, either. At least he has Wyatt with him. I know players who have gone out together on Thanksgiving, so hopefully they will spend it together. I wonder if they’ll invite Beckham Bailey to join them. He’s so new in town, and it seems like Aiden is the closest one to him.
Aiden, Aiden, Aiden.
It’s like he’s always circulating in the back of my brain. I’ll work for a bit, but then I remember he’s coming over tonight and I can’t think of anything OTHER than Aiden. I remember the way he kissed me. Touched me. How I am desperate for more of that tonight …
I feel my face grow hot. I once again try to shove Aiden into the drawer at the back of my mind, telling myself I can only open it when I get stuff done today. Okay. After I finish all this scheduling, I can think of Aiden. That’s a reasonable goal.
Buzz!
My phone lights up on my desktop. I glace at the time, then I see who the text is from:
Brooks.
This is the first time I’ve heard from him today. I eagerly tap open his message:
Leaving practice with my lunch now. Are we still good for tonight?
Brooks is typing …
I hope the answer is yes, Claire. I’ve been thinking about you all day.
I can’t contain the smile on my face as my fingers fly across the keyboard to message him back:
I would be cruel if I denied you the opportunity to meet Mochi and Matcha.
I hit send, and I can see he’s already responding:
That would be mean. I’m dying to play with the chinchillas.
Aiden gets sooooooooooooo many bonus points for being interested in my chinchillas. They are my fur babies—and any man I’m going to date has to love them. Period. Non-negotiable.
Brooks is typing …
I’m also dying to play with you.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Another message drops in:
I can’t stop thinking about last night. All I want is more of that.
My stomach flips upside down reading his words. God, what a delicious feeling that is!
Brooks is typing …
All I want is more of you.
