My heart rate spikes as he turns around. It feels like my tongue is thick and swelling, filling my whole mouth. I know I should stop staring and look away, but I can’t. He is gorgeous.
My eyes lock with his. They are stunning, green and sparkling like wet grass after a rain shower with the sun gleaming off it. He holds my gaze and it is as though he is looking right into my soul. His jaw drops in disbelief and I feel panic bubble up inside me. Does he somehow know my secret? No, impossible. I break the connection and shake away the thought.
What the f**k was that? I just turned into a bloody puddle of mush. I know after what I have been through I am more emotional than most guys but come on, that was messed up.
I risk glancing back up at her. S**t, I’m screwed. This chick has some kind of strange hold on me. Just standing there like an idiot proves to be about the only thing I can do.
“Hey! I’m Alex, and this smooth talker here is my brother, Theo.” Alex winks, and then extends his hand out, offering to shake hers. He has a way of putting any situation back at ease. She looks dubiously at his outstretched hand, decides to ignore it and shyly answers, “Hi I’m Ally. I’m sorry to get in the way of your football game. I was just leaving.” She looks past us into the distance and finishes by saying, “Enjoy the rest of your game.” Then she steps around me and hurries off.
I spin around, gaping after her as she walks away. She stops at a young boy crying by the play structure. I didn’t notice him at first as all my attention stayed focused solely on her. Crouching down, she places her hand on his knee and relays what I can only assume are soothing words because his tears dry up. I wonder where the boy’s mother is.
Jogging over to give Ally some assistance, I spot blood dripping from a deep cut on her knee. “Oh my gosh, your knee’s bleeding. Are you ok?”