The last day of training before the big match was always tense. Everyone at the club seemed to be on edge—players, staff, even the physiotherapists. Layla tried to keep her focus as she carried her bag, filled with the usual medical equipment and supplies she would need. But her mind was a mess.
As she walked toward the field, footsteps approached from behind. Before she could even process it, a hand reached for her bag and pulled it off her shoulder.
Aaron.
Of course, it was Aaron. The way he moved, as usual, so silently and effortlessly, made her wonder if he’d perfected the art of sneaking up on her. Without a word, he swung her bag over his shoulder like it was nothing, the same way he always did.
Layla froze, tension creeping into her muscles. He didn’t even ask. Again. He
