Plus, I wasn’t against watching them run in those baggy shorts.

“Glad you could make it tonight, Aria.” Noah’s voice cut through my fantasy, pulling me back to reality. He had a small smile on his face, fingers fidgeting with the whistle around his neck.

I simply nodded, focus sharp once again. Noah turned his back to me and seemed to watch the game progress, finger tapping away at his clipboard at some unseen beat. Then, as the opposing team managed a three-point shot, he pulled the ...