#Chapter15

Lawrence

I sat down on the bleachers watching the team do their drills, coach barking orders back and forth at the team members. I’m telling you, it's either in his past life that man was a sailor or he's just good at fowl words. I smile at the thought. My sixth sense triggered, telling me I have eyes on me. I search the field wanting to know who is watching me. Austin. Why did I not think it's him? He stood with his helmet on and training vest. I knew behind the helmet he wore is his usual arrogant smirk. He remove his helmet resting it on his hips,...