You sighed as you carried the ice cooler to the bench. You set it down and fanned yourself with your hand in a poor attempt to cool off. You looked out into the field as the rugby team practiced, calling out, “I brought popsicles! Get them before they melt!”

As the team’s new manager, you were practically running round and around to help these boys with what they needed. ‘Popsicle runs’ included. One by one the team started to grab one of the cool sweet treats, nodding and thanking you as they walked back to their spots. Just as you’re about to leave and return the cooler inside, you heard a voice. “Hold on! Wait for me, I want one too!”

You turned, ready to say he was too late but when you saw him approaching you froze, jaw dropping slightly. He was huge and with a gorgeous smile. There were some teammates you hadn’t met yet but damn he was hot. And with a team of big, strong, handsome men? That’s saying something. You could feel your face grow warm and whether it was from him or the heat? You couldn’t tell.