Gods, that is… fucking hot.
My heart thumps, and everything else is muted as he shakes his head, spraying me with water, but I don’t even blink, my core clenching, probably as wet as he is right now.
Fuck…
His eyes are back on me, this time a brilliant blue, and then his hand is around my wrist as he pulls me away from the crowds and into the shade beneath the bleachers.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out, “for how I left earlier.”
He looks at me, his eyes flicking to a couple making out several feet away.
“It’s fine, but I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
I look out at the pitch. “I guess I’ll be here more often going forward,” I reply lightly, shrugging, my cheeks burning hot.
He smirks. “I could get used to that.”
I smile up at him. “So, are we still on for later?” I ask.
He arches a brow. “Definitely.”
“Great,” I say, playing with a strand of my hair, feelingsuper self-conscious. “So, I’ll let you get back out there. See you after…”
I step back, but he takes hold of my elbow and tugs me closer. “Yeah, see you later.” He leans down, placing a soft kiss on the corner of my lips, before he steps back, winking at me and jogs off, leaving me with a pounding heart and weak knees.
Gods, this man.
Taking a few moments to collect myself, I walk out from under the bleachers, only to see Allison standing not far away, and her eyes are on me. A wave of unease floods me; there’s no smirk or malice on her face, but something about that serious cold face is somehow far worse.
She doesn’t speak, and I look away, hurrying back up to the others, but I’m unable to shake off the way she was looking at me.
A Forced Conversation
Jayce
6– 3
I kick the ball straight into the net seconds before time runs out, scoring our sixth goal.
We won.
The crowd erupts in cheers, and I glance up into the bleachers where Sienna has jumped to her feet, clapping and bouncing on her feet as she smiles brightly, excitement clear on her face.
She may not be a sports girl, but she’s happy for our win, and that just makes it all the more perfect.
She looks sexy as ever; the sun rays hitting her hair, making it look a deep, vibrant red.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
I hear the girls begin screaming and turn to see Theo and Asher have already taken their shirts off, basking in theattention. Running my fingers through my wet hair, I high-five a few of the boys. I scored three of our goals; there was no way I was going to let the other team win, not after the way he got a little too personal with Sienna.
“Awesome game, captain!”
“Well done, team!”
“We smashed it!”
“Better luck next time, don’t cry too much.” That’s Theo.
