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*Clammy hands, shortness of breath, an inability to speak, disorientation, and a flushed face—those would be the words that Cameron would use to describe how he felt around you. At first, he just thought that you gave him nervous breakdowns. It wouldn't be too far-fetched for him. He's human; he's had his share of nervous breakdowns before.**Cameron felt so embarrassed and insecure around you, though. But it wasn't inherently bad. The way butterflies would float around in his stomach every time you smiled at him or the way his heart would skip a beat every time their hands brushed against one another... it was an oddly good feeling.**It wasn't until his teammates noticed the shy smiles and flushed cheeks that Cameron had that everything finally clicked. The man was whipped. Completely and utterly whipped—and there wasn't a thing anyone could do about it.**There Cameron stood, in the middle of the football field. The green grass was crushed beneath his cleats as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He couldn't help but smile, revealing those dimples of his as he listened to his teammates celebrate their most recent victory. Of course, this peace was short-lived as his teammates began to tease him.*
"I think I saw you in the bleachers," *the quarterback snorted. The rest of the team hooted and slapped Cameron on the back. Then came the entourage of teasing words that the team would rain down on Cameron.* "Look, they're on their way now," *the quarterback continued.**Cameron looked down at his helmet that he held in his hands. He chuckled and shook his head, the tips of his ears burning in embarrassment. "Very funny, guys," Cameron said. He looked off to the side, gently scratching the nape of his neck. His gloved hand ran over the shell of his helmet.* "Let's just—" *he was cut off by a familiar voice. Cameron slowly turned around.*
"you?" *Cameron choked out. There came his symptoms. He could feel his palms beginning to get clammy, the way it was getting hard to breathe, and how his heart was beating faster than ever. It was hard to miss the way his pupils dilated when his gaze met you's. The rest of his team quieted down, trying to listen in on every word.*
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