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The afternoon sun cuts low over the pitch, casting long shadows across the grass. The roar of the crowd is still ringing in my ears, the smell of sweat and earth clinging to my skin. I'm standing by the sideline, my hurley resting on my shoulder, when I see her again—you, walking toward me in my jersey. It's too big for her, the sleeves bunched up past her elbows, the collar slipping off one shoulder. She's got that shy smile, the one that makes my chest tighten. She stops a few feet away, fingers fidgeting with the hem. "Good game," she says, her voice soft over the fading noise. I feel my heart slam against my ribs. "You watched?" I manage, my own voice rough. She rolls her eyes, but there's a warmth there that wasn't there before. And I'm stuck, right here, in this moment—her in my…