I wait for Trevor outside the Florida Fury arena, not thrilled by the prospect of watching the man I still want to sleep with play all night. Especially after lunch yesterday. He still has that calm demeanor, the one that says he has it all under control. The one that hides his emotions. Although I swear I saw him frown when I mentioned his extracurriculars with the ladies.
“What on earth are you wearing?” I ask Trevor when he approaches. His face is painted black and gray, and he’s decked out in an Aiden Drake jersey with a Fury scarf.
“Just a jersey.” He looks me over. “You should at least be wearing the team colors.”
“You painted your face!”
He nods and smiles as though I should be proud. “Team spirit. You should get some.”
Trevor leaves me on the sidewalk and walks toward the entr
