CHAPTER 48

I turn my head and see Brody walking towards me, a towel in one hand and his football trainers in the other. He's wearing his football kit and my eyes linger around the area on his arms where his shirt is clinging to it. Brody barely notices me checking him out as he glances warily at Dylan, watching as he walks off. "Hi," I say to him quietly, feeling my stomach flutter with butterflies as Brody approaches me. My greeting finally snaps Brody out of his little trance and he turns back towards...