“I did it!” I spun to face him, rejoicing in my win, and he smiled. He freaking smiled. Oh. My heart skipped. His finely chiseled features meant he’d always been good-looking, but when he smiled, he became gorgeous. I jerked back to facing forward and made my legs move, suddenly amazingly self-conscious. Here I was, a sweaty mess, with who knows what stuck in my hair from rolling around on the ground. And he was freaking gorgeous. It wasn’t fair.
