Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Four
The roar of the celebrating crowd still echoed faintly behind us, a distant hum bouncing off the concrete walls of the stadium structure as we walked out into the cool, crisp night air of the private players’ parking lot. The security guards at the heavy exit doors nodded respectfully at Khalid as we passed, calling out final congratulations on his incredible game-winning goal, but Khalid barely seemed to hear them.
His massive hand was wrapped tightly around mine, his fingers interlaced with mine so securely that there was no space between us. His body was still warm, radiating a deep physical heat, and his muscles were still buzzing from the intense adrenaline of the hard-fought win against Julian Vance’s team. He had played like an absolute beast t
