Zion caught the ball and stared me down so intensely, his eyes flashed yellow. “Stop getting your panties in a bunch, Suarez. You know I want you.” Of course, I knew in my soul that what Zion Salah felt for me was real, but I was still hurt by his sudden coldness. “First of all,” I huffed. “You’ve been acting weird since yesterday, and second, I’m wearing a goddamn jockstrap, not panties.” So there.
