The hashtag popped up on his feed like a dare. Leo didn't even remember following the account, but there she was: .
She laughed—low, warm, unimpressed by his stammering. "Good. Because I didn't come here to talk soccer." #blondemilfbooty
Greta smiled—a real one, tired and sharp and beautiful. "Good boy. Now help me find my other heel." The hashtag popped up on his feed like a dare
"They did." She stepped closer, plucked the ball from his feet. "But you're not really thinking about the game, are you?" #blondemilfbooty