Not Shea. He stared me down, fires burning in his eyes hot enough to fracture diamonds. I couldn’t fucking breathe. We were locked onto each other, separated by this dressing room and our team, and I was lost in the riptides of his ocean blues. All I wanted, that moment, was to go to him and pull him into my arms. Let our lips brush. But he’d ignite me if I tried. I knew he would.
