"Now that's what I like to hear," he replied, smoothly wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He threw a nod at one of his teammates before clearing his throat. "Ever been to The Dragon's Den?" he asked curiously. It was a small pub in Wimbourne that the team took to after practices and games. Some of the locals were quite fervent about meeting players, but it was an otherwise secluded and off-the-map sort of place.
He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You could write awful, slanderous things about me and I wouldn't care as long as I got to spend a bit more time with you." He was trying so hard to not let himself jump ahead; after all, he'd been passively chasing after Greta Catchlove for the past five years of his life, what would a few more hours be in the grand scheme of things? And she seemed to be going along with this mutual teasing, but he wanted to be sure before completely jumping in.
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