Page 109 of Unscripted with Mila

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I huffed.

“Maybe you should pass,” Mila said.

“You too, Mila?” I gasped.

“They are freakishly strong and fast. I would hate for you to get hurt.”

“I’ll be fine.” It was a friendly game of football. How bad could it be?

“Okay, Hollywood,” she replied. “I’ll be cheering you on.”

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I sat in the hot tub, stifling my groan as the heat hit my sore muscles.

Realization had hit me ten minutes into the “friendly” game.

I was scrawny.

And I was going to hurt like a bitch by the time the torture was over. I was almost grateful to be sent to the sidelines.

Mila slipped in, gazing at me across the water. “You okay?”

“Never better.”

She laughed. “Will you be all right tomorrow?”

“If my legs can move, I’ll be fine.”

“I warned you.”

“Who won the bet?”

“Richard. He guessed you’d last thirty minutes. You lasted twenty-nine.”

“Liam took me out with an unnecessary hit.”

“You had the ball. It was legal.”

“I think he rearranged my kidneys.”

“He barely touched you, Nick. He rolled so you landed on top of him.”

“And he’s like a freaking stone mountain.”

She moved closer. “Poor baby. Can I help? Maybe kiss it better?”

I cracked one eye open. “Maybe.”

She got in closer. “Tell me where it really hurts, and I’ll make it all better…Hollywood.”

“Everything from my neck down.”

“Then I had better get to work.”

I groaned again as she wrapped her hand around me. “Yes, you had.”

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