Johnny’s attention wasn’t on the medic or the referee shouting commands in his ear. He was too busy looking at me. My heart slammed against my rib cage as he stared unabashedly and unashamedly right at me—eyes burning with heat, expression palpably intense. Breathing hard, he lifted the hem of his jersey and used the fabric to wipe the blood from his brow, dismantling the poor woman’s attempts at patching him up and revealing a stomach of hard abs. The move was so primal, so decidedly male, that it hit me straight in the chest. My face began to flame and I felt my shoulders sag as I buckled
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