My Dreamy Old Husband

Now that the School of Computer Science had another two players, they seemed very imposing when both teams took to the court. The commentator could barely keep up with the changing situations on the court. “And the newcomer to the School of Computer Science’s team, Number 8, has gone straight for the ball right from the get-go. He passed it to Number 7. Number 7 has passed it to Number 6. Number 6 has passed it back to Number 8 now. Number 8’s going straight for a slam dunk, and what a beautiful one it is!”

A minute hadn’t even gone by when Michael took the lead in offense and executed a perfect slam dunk and shocked the entire stadium; even the commentator was startled by this. “Looks like the School of Computer Science has been hiding their true colors all this while! They had been saving such strong players until the last moment!”

The match continued. The commentator was about to give himself a crick in the jaw. “We can now see that both teams are at a tie now. The financial management students have started an aggressive offense. Number 5 has snatched the ball. Whoa, Number 8 has the ball now. Number 8 passed it to Number 6. Number 6 is now going to shoot—and it’s in! The School of Computer Science has gotten another two points!”

“Number 5 has once again gained the ball. The ball is now with Number 8 and he’s passing it to Number 7. Number 7 has passed it to Number 8. A three-pointer now—and it’s in! It’s in! It’s actually in! What kind of monster is number 8?”

“There are only five minutes left till it’s the end. We can now see that the financial management students are behind by over a dozen points!”

Sophia watched slack-jawed at each beautiful three-point shoot, dunk and so on. Her eyes were filled with a light that they never had before. She never thought that he would also be so skilled at basketball on top of being a good actor. Was there anything else in this world that Michael Fletcher couldn’t do?

Sophia’s heart was racing in her chest again. She covered her chest with a hand but realized she had no way of calming it.

The moment the mysterious Number 8 took to the court, he instantly drew everyone’s attention with his uncanny resemblance to Taylor Murray. The crowd would burst into cheers each time he scored. Even Richard’s legion of fangirls had started batting for him.

Another wave of cheers sounded as Number 8 dunked with ferocity and scored another 2 points. Nathan applauded madly while he blew on his whistle. Sophia seemed to be dazed as she followed in the clapping, her eyes glued to Number 8’s figure.

traveled to her heart, and it began to beat even faster as though it had just gotten a shot of adrenaline to it. Her

hands scrabbling at him. Richard reached out to grab at Michael’s clothes and yanked his top up to reveal

over to the three-point field goal and

back at all!

haze, the match ended. The points were tallied up after the whistle had been blown. In the

reservations as he showed Richard

face turned purple. Without another word, he silently headed to

trotted off to receive the prize while Michael and Harry went straight for the changing rooms. The audience was

Sophia was still extra awkward with Harry, but he was still Michael’s good friend, so it wouldn’t do for her to avoid greeting

another long while before Michael

he had shaved his head. He was dressed in a coat that was similar to Stanley’s, while a pair of clean, white sneakers were on his feet. He was so clean and spotless that every pore was seemingly glowing, just like a boy

Sophia shyly trotted over and

head for the shoot. Does it look good on me?” he

lips together and nodded. A handsome man would look good regardless of anything. He looked good while walking down the red carpet dressed in a tuxedo, and he also looked good while

resist from kissing her, sealing his lips against hers. They had only been apart for half a day, but he felt as if they had been separated for days on end.