“Are you ready?” she asked, sounding a little breathless as a playful smile tipped at her lips. “Yeah.” I nodded, feeling the burn on my skin from having her eyes on me. “Go for it.” She held the ball out for me to take, but when I reached for it, she backed up a few feet. A small smile curled at my lips and I tilted my head, studying her mischievous expression. “Oh, so it’s going to be like that?” Shannon laughed loudly—she actually fucking laughed—and nodded. “Come and get it, Mister Rugby.”
