just-be-magnificent:

playing footy

→ by @alexandralyman

Emma watched Killian kick a soccer ball towards a sandy-haired man
who was sitting on the grass with a jaunty call of, “On your feet for
the captain!” that sent a pleasant tingle right down her spine.

“Well, since I’m already up, might as well stick around for a bit.”

Just
before the practice started in earnest Killian looked over at the
bleachers and when their eyes met his lips pulled up in a grin and he
actually winked.

Cheeky, one-handed hot English captain of the soccer team. Or football.

Whatever.

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