Marley shoved him, "That's not even fair! I'll never get past you."
"You never know until you try, soccer star," he winked playfully, walking backwards to be closer to the net. "Also, I haven't played soccer in years, I'm rusty."
Marley couldn't help but dumbly watch as Aiden bent his corded arms behind his head to stretch, his muscle-tee lifting to expose his toned stomach, the band of his underwear, and the deep grooves of his hips. Her face heating, she tore her eyes away before he could notice her staring, wishing he wasn't so damn...that.
"Rusty. You're just a liar," she stuttered lamely. "How about this," Aiden stopped stretching. Finally. No one wants to see that. "I'll go easy on you," he suggested, successfully poking the bear. His smile widened watching her teeth ground togeth
