Jason’s Pov
I was in the centre of the stadium. I was hot inside, and the wet grass was the only cold thing… cooling my feet. Anya was standing on my side, looking very pale under the low lights.
My referee was Sarah, standing at my right side. I had spent years seeing Sarah watching my dribbles and passes on the field, knowing every time that she was strict and professional in her black and white uniform.
“Huh-oh…!” I sighed.
But tonight, there were no rules. At first, I saw no one in the stadium, no one sat in the seats. I was the only one on the field.
Then I saw someone.
I looked at Sarah. She had not stopped wearing her uniform, but her whistle was loosely hanging around her neck. She had a craving look at me, which made my body to be tense.
I touched her, caught the fron
