“I feel . . . ” He nonchalantly reached to the towel wrapped around his waist and tugged at the corner. How is your knee feeling after your first game back?” I lifted my microphone high, knowing Nick was filming in close. “Congratulations on the win today, Brody. “You ready, Nick?” My cameraman finished setting up the lighting, then lifted the camera into position and gave me a hand signal. Actually, it was more like a smirk, and it made me feel like a toy he was about to play with. “Do you mind if I ask you some questions?” I cleared my throat and stood straighter, even though my knees felt a little wobbly. I wasn’t sure if he was baiting me into an argument-expecting me to lash out at him for kissing me when he’d just shaken the last male reporter’s hand-or if he was trying to use his blatant sexuality to throw me off. He surprised me by leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. “I’m Delilah Maddox with WMBC Sports News.”Ī slow grin spread across Easton’s face. The reporter in front of us wrapped up his interview and shook hands with Easton. “You ready?” Nick slung his bag over his shoulder and lifted his camera.
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