Ezekiel's POV
The stadium erupted in complete pandemonium.
Victory screams echoed from every corner as our teammates celebrated on the field, fans pouring down from the stands in waves of pure euphoria. The Friday night lights blazed overhead, casting everything in harsh white brilliance against the October darkness. The air was thick with the scent of grass stains, perspiration, and hot dogs from the concession stands.
But none of that registered.
All I could focus on was Ximena.
She lingered at the edge of the chaos, her dark hair tousled from the wind, her skin glowing under the stadium lights. My jersey number was painted across her cheek in blue and gold, marking her as mine in a way that made my chest constrict.
For one perfect moment, the celebration faded into background noise.
I had kissed her.
