The guy who caught it nearly made me stumble. Wow, was he good looking. Pretty, but also a little rugged, handsome. Square jaw with a rounded smile that softened those hard planes. He had green eyes that appeared to shine like gems under the backyard lights. “Thanks, bro,” he said, holding the ball out for me. “Want to give it a shot?” “Sure, why not?” I grabbed the ball from his hand, our fingertips grazing. Sparks flew. What the fuck?
