But then I glanced up and found Zeke’s eyes blazing a trail from my collarbone down to my hip bone. All humor had left him, his eyes hooded as they slowly skated across my skin. It was the same look he’d given me on the field when Kyle had knocked me to the ground, when I’d come to and found myself cradled in his arms. He swallowed, the muscle in his jaw popping with the motion. And then his eyes snapped to mine.
