Chp 45
Zyra POV He stops right in front of me, he was too close, close enough that would make the heat come off his body reaching me before his words do. Close enough that I can smell sweat, grass, and something darker beneath it that is only him. My pulse stumbles so hard it almost hurts. He’s still breathing a little heavier from practice, chest rising and falling beneath the black jersey stretched over him. Damp strands of hair cling to his forehead, a drop of sweat sliding slowly down the side of his neck. I should look away but I don’t, his eyes stay on mine for one long second. Then, without warning, he grips the hem of his jersey and drags it upward to wipe his face again and my breath catches. Skin. Hard lines of muscle revealed in one careless motion, stomach cut in sharp definitio
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