~SCARLETT~
"What are you doing in my room?" I managed to demand, finally finding my voice again.
It annoyed me how incredibly handsome he looked standing there, right in the middle of my space. The dim lights didn't hide his masculine features at all. He wore a white shirt, casually unbuttoned at the collar, revealing his smooth chest glistening with sweat, as if he had just come from practice. A part of me couldn't help but imagine walking over and running my tongue across it.
Oh, my goodness. Did I really just think that?
It wasn't a full moon tonight, and this time, he seemed fully aware of what he was doing. So why was he here? What reason could he possible have? I was still pissed about the last game and seeing him kiss another girl. But truly, I was even more upset that it bothe
