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I did sneak one more glance at her, though—because how could I not—and her eyes were definitely trained on my ass. “Like what you see?” I called out over my shoulder, laughing as she jerked her gaze away, pretending to look at the grass beneath her feet as her blush deepened, and she gave a little scoff. “That’s okay, keep looking, baby, just know I do the same thing every time too,”
The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)
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