Fuck me, I’m screwed.

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All week I’ve been fucking up on offense at practice, missing passes that I should have easily trapped…sending balls flying at inappropriate angles. I look like a damned amateur out there half the time. Now I show up in the locker room and the woman I can’t get out of my head is apparently joining our coaching staff?

Coach is beaming, talking to Lucy, introducing her around. She keeps darting glances away from me, ...