The Soccer Bully's Kiss

Since the day we met on the soccer pitch, Sawyer Moon has been my own personal bully.

I captain the Chicago Centaurs, he is the Dallas Dragons' golden forward, and we are two men built to hate each other.

A quarterfinal blows apart in a fight and a red card, then a shove in the locker room turns into a kiss I cannot dismiss.

Rivalry drags us through denial and an accidental tenderness, until saving the enemy I was meant to despise no longer feels impossible.

That kiss stays with me no matter how hard I try to forget it.