Page 72 of On His Team

By the time the song ends, I’m warm enough that I need more water. I leave Mara with Mila and go back toward the kitchen.

Rowan is exactly where I left him. “You really stood here through the whole song?”

“I moved.”

“Where?”

He points about three feet to his right.

I laugh. “Wild.”

“It was crowded.”

“You’re boring, Laurens.”

“Yeah.”

I step in front of him and steal his bottle because mine is empty.

He watches me take a drink from it. His mouth shifts. Heat runs straight up my neck.

I hand it back.

“Thirsty?” he asks.

“Stop.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the problem.”

His eyebrows lift slightly.

I realize how that sounded approximately one second too late.

Rowan looks at me.

I look at him.

Then I shove his shoulder. Hard enough that he rocks back maybe half an inch.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “I’m not doing anything, G.”

“You are.”

“What am I doing?”

“I don’t know.”

He laughs.

I push him again. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Exactly.”