He reaches out and snags the Gatorade I also thought to grab last minute, twists the cap, and starts chugging, all the while keeping his eyes locked on mine. The way his throat is working is mesmerizing… Melissa clears her throat and giggles, elbowing me to help snap me out of whatever sweet spell this man has me locked in.
“You going to Swig’s tonight?” Landon asks huskily after practically downing the bottle.
I shake my head, but don’t actually answer.
“Yes, we will be there!” Melissa, who has a voice still and clearly remembers how to use it, pipes up.
“Good,” Landon almost growls, and my knees feel wobbly. “I’ll see you there.” He winks. Winks at me. I smile as he tosses the almost empty bottle lightly back into my hands. I fumble to catch it which causes him to chuckle.
“See you...” I whisper as he turns and takes off jogging back to the team. Mason says something, making Landon laugh and lightly push his shoulder. Landon spares me one more quick glance and a wave as he drops for push-ups. Trevor is standing off over to the left with Jace and they raise their hands, waving at the same time with goofy grins. We both wave back.
“Uh...what the fuck did I just witness?” Melissa guffaws, looping her arm in mine as she drags me back toward my car.
“I don’t even know…” I say in a daze.
“He was totally eye-fucking you and giving you one hell of a show. On purpose. I didn’t think wiping sweat off a body could be that hot, but he has proved this girl very, very wrong. We should drop things off at practice more often! Hot damn! I need the AC before I melt.” Mel shakes my arm. “Earth to Kate, you with me?” she’s grinning ear to ear at me.
“Yeah, I’m with you.” I shake my head to clear it from what my eyeballs just drank in. I have never looked at him so blatantly like that before. Noticing before that he has a nicebody? Yeah sure. Straight up soaking him in like that openly to his face? I don’t know what came over me. I need a margarita.
“Let’s go raid your closet. I need to look hot tonight, and I’m going to need a margarita or two,” I say with renewed determination.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Mission accepted,” Mel grits out as she swings open her door and climbs in my car, enthusiastically bouncing into my passenger seat.
