Aria: Scales of Love
But at seven o'clock sharp, I found myself reaching for my phone, my fingers trembling as I pulled up the live stream of the game.
The first half was a nail-biter. They were playing a tough team, and the score was close. I watched Jude, my eyes glued to the screen, my heart pounding with every play. He was a force of nature, a blur of motion and power on the field. He was brilliant. He was a leader. He was everything I knew he could be.
At halftime, they were down by a touchdown. I was a nervous wreck, my stomach in knots. I was just about to turn it off, to spare myself the agony, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Jude.
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