“Damn. Who is the hot girl in the stands?”
“Haven’t seen her before. f**k. Those legs are begging to be clamped around my head.”
They shove each other. “After me, bro.”
I don’t even glance up from the playbook. This is normal bullshit from my teammates. They’re always going on and on about women, their bodies. I don’t have the heart to break it to them that all of their groupies look the same. They can’t hold a candle to my Stella. Jesus, I want her. I want her so bad, but I’ve got another half hour of practice until she takes me to her secret place. I’m dying to see it. Dying to know everything about her—
“Oh s**t, dude. That’s Weston’s girl.”
“What?” He sounds nervous. “No…she…that’s not how she looked earlier.”
My chin snaps up, something sharp and ugly winding down my throat and
