The video is already posted.
Replaying.
Zoomed in.
Slow-motion.
Comments flooding in.
I swallow.
“This is bad,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“Because now it feels… real.”
He studies me carefully. “It is real.”
“Levi.”
“What?”
“This was supposed to be controlled.”
“You can’t choreograph chemistry.”
My heart stutters.
The final inning ends with the Miners losing, but no one seems to care. As we stand, half the stadium stares openly.
Someone whistles.
Someone shouts, “About time!”
Levi takes my hand again.
As we walk down the bleachers, he stays slightly in front of me, shielding me from the crush of people, automatically protective.
Outside the stadium, the air cools slightly as dusk settles over Devil’s Peak. The bar across the street is already blasting music. Through the open windows, I see the big screen replaying the KissCam moment.On loop.My stomach flips.
“They’re replaying it,” I say weakly.
“Of course they are.”
A group of off-duty firefighters crowd the doorway.
Sawyer catches sight of us and grins like a man who just won the lottery.
“Nice form, Lieutenant!” he calls out.
Axel cups his hands around his mouth. “Ten out of ten commitment!”
I bury my face in Levi’s shoulder for half a second. “This is humiliating.”
His hand slides to the small of my back. “Doesn’t look humiliating from where I’m standing.”
“Of course not. You look smug.”
