Yellow flags went flying before the two men crashed to the ground. The call for pass interference was swift, the chains immediately moved to the spot of the foul—the ten yard line. Patton’s blood rushed to his head, his face flushing hot while adrenaline flooded his veins. He heard DeShawn shouting from across the field, arguing his case while players from both teams began to congregate around the scene.
“Hey! Get in the f*****g huddle,” Patton yelled, pushing his way through the crowd and shoving his guys back. “Right f*****g now.”
They cleared away, momentarily giving him a direct view of DeShawn’s face, twisted with anger. His eyes narrowed as he saw Patton, and his heart clenched in response. Right then, he didn’t want to do anything except drag DeShawn off the field and kiss that lo
