She was gorgeous without putting a thing on her face, but knowing she was wearing it around all my teammates made me uneasy. I knew they were looking at her. In the last half hour alone, I’d had to give Luke the death glare so he would stop fucking staring at her from his perch across the row. It was so out of order that I found myself shifting around in my seat just so I could block her from his—and everyone else’s—view.
