“Damn. Who is the hot girl in the stands?”

“Haven’t seen her before. Fuck. Those legs are begging to be clamped around my head.”

They shove each other. “After me, bro.”

I don’t even glance up from the playbook. This is normal bullshit from my teammates. They’re always going on and on about women, their bodies. I don’t have the heart to break it to them that all of their groupies look the same. They can’t hold a candle to my Stella. Jesus, I want her. I want her so bad, but I’ve got another half hour of practice until she takes me to her secret place. I’m dying to...