He has the body of a professional athlete, chiseled to perfection in all the right places.

He’s letting me see the real him, something he doesn’t allow a lot of people to see.

My heart starts to pound as he gets closer and closer to the stands, never taking his eyes off me.

I’m frozen in place as his eyes rake over me.

This girl owns me, whether she realizes it or not. I'm a slave to her will.

His lips are against my ear and I feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, caging me in, comforting me.

A soft moan escapes me, making him smile even more. He's too good at this.