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“No.”
“I havesomany warts hidden under this outfit.”
“Show me a couple.”
I throw him a disgusted look. “What is wrong with you?” I ask him, finally looking up into his face.
Whereas I’m still on the literal ground, trying to recover from that workout, he looks infuriatingly perfect.
He’s barely ruffled at all, the only sign of exertion a bead of sweat at his temple. But then it rolls perfectly down his temple making him look even more like the main character I know he is.
His wavy hair is longer on top and cut short on the sides and a single lock rests flawlessly on his forehead like it was specifically placed there by a team of hair stylists.
He’s got arrogant aristocratic features, from his long nose to his strong jaw, made more rugged by the only imperfection on his face – a small scar that bisects his left eyebrow, leaving a hairless trail in his wake. But it’s his eyes that draw me in.
They’re endless pools of navy blue, their depth trapping. I know if I was to put one of those high res cameras up to his face, I’d see entire galaxies in his eyes.
Ones filled with twists and turns and milky ways and millions upon millions of shining stars.
“Is this a case of wanting what you can’t have?”
“That’s not a thing.”
Clearly, I’ve misheard him. “Excuse me?”
“I will have you eventually, so strictly speaking, it’s not about wanting something I can’t have.”
“I–”
“And as it happens, I didn't come here to hit on you, you made that leap all by yourself.” He quips with a self-satisfied smile. “Maybe you’re not as immune as you like to think you are.”
“What do you want then?”
He waves his hand in the general direction of where I’m still laying. “I looked over and you were splayed out on the ground like a corpse, much like you are now. I wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” He gives me a cheeky half smile as he adds, “Warts I can work with, necrophilia I’d find difficult.”
A laugh bursts out of me before I quickly smother it to death with a cough.
“You can admit you find me funny, I won’t tell anyone.” He says with a smirk, his twinkly eyes shining down on me.
All of a sudden my throat is dry and I need to go.
I’m saved from having to answer when Bellamy, the actual love of my life and my best friend with absolutely impeccable timing, walks up to the pitch and waves at me.
Gathering my things, I jump to my feet and run towards her without a backwards glance.
???
It’s as I’m running towards Bellamy that I realize Rhys and I were the only two people left on the pitch, the rest of our respective teams and coaches long gone.
A fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by her.
“You two looked cozy out there.” She says with a raised eyebrow.
I put my hand up to her forehead as we walk, a frown pulling at my face.
“Hmm, normal.”
“What?”
