章 3: Chapter 3

The boy standing in front of him is tall and lean, with wiry muscle tone that Marcus can note in detail, seeing as he’s one of the players who has forgone his shirt in the heat. His short black hair and stormy grey eyes are set against a smooth complexion, and he’s got sweat running in rivulets down the curve of his neck, across his sharp collar bones and firm chest, all the way down to his abs that are too defined to be anything other than spray-painted on, gathering in the cut lines of his hips and working their way down.

Shit. Marcus tears his gaze away from the newcomer, looking at Blair and Ajay expectantly, praying that no one has noticed his temporary lapse in brain function. Blair narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, but Ajay seems oblivious as he punches the newcomer on the arm playfully.

“Shut the fuck up. Just because you can’t charm anyone for shit.” Ajay is grinning as he moves to ruffle the newcomer’s hair. The hot dude ducks, shoving Ajay in retaliation.