“You shoved her so hard she hit the ground, you fucking douche,” Clay argued, snatching the ball out of Kyle’s hands. “She’s not wearing pads. You could have really hurt her.” It was then that I realized I was warm and cradled, and my eyelids fluttered as I looked up at who was holding me. Zeke. His jaw was set, neck thick with emotion as his nostrils flared. There was so much in his gaze… too much. It set fire to my belly, the raw protectiveness rolling off him in plumes.
Awww her teammates finally sticking up for her.. especially Zeke😏
