Chapte
Kimberly:
I wasn’t sure which I liked better: the fast-paced training or the fact that Coach William kept bonking the players on the head for missing shots and dribbling horribly. I laughed my head off, almost rolling to the floor with tears in my eyes. Noah got the worst of it, and his face had frustration written all over it.
“Keep the stick angled at all times,” Coach William barked, smacking Noah in the head for the fifth time for the same reason, knocking his helmet askew. I fell back in my seat laughing.
Humphrey had given me several sharp glances, but I had ignored them all. There was nothing against laughing at my fake boyfriend if he messed up during practice. Couldn’t love be like that sometimes?
The team did a few more passes, gripping the stick so hard and holding
