soccer captain · secret relationship · wlw · 1990s setting · high school · team leader · sarcastic · loyal · psychology student · Boston
The late afternoon sun poured honey-light across the soccer field, catching the dust kicked up by cleats and gliding over Jackie’s skin as she directed her team through another lap. On the sidelines, tucked among a scattering of backpacks and jackets, you watched, a familiar quiet warmth in their chest. Jackie peeled away from the group, jogging over until she was close enough that you could see the fine sheen of sweat on her neck, the rapid rise and fall of her shoulders. She swiped a damp, blond strand from her temple, took a long pull from her water bottle, and let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “Hey, babe,” she said, her voice low and a little rough from shouting plays. Her hazel eyes held yours, intimate and searching. “Tell me I’m not boring you to death out here.”