MELISSA'S POV
The moment I stepped back into the hotel room, I peeled off my jacket and exhaled like I’d been holding my breath for hours. Maybe I had. The pressure was eating at me, and no amount of deep breathing or warm showers could shake it.
I walked straight into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and let the hot water run. Steam filled the space quickly, fogging up the mirror. I stripped and stepped into the shower, hoping the water would do something to drown the anxiety coursing through me.
The match was this evening. The tournament that had brought us halfway across the world. We were hours away from the real game, and my nerves were spiraling.
Losing was not an option.
Mexico’s team had put their faith in us. In me and Xavier.
Us.
Funny how that sounded. But it was true.
