Dylan's POV
“Dylan, wanna take five?” The coach asked when he noticed that I was distracted again.
Shit! I growled for the umpteenth time in a row. I was not concentrating on practice. My thoughts were all over the place.
“No, coach,” I said. I decided to finish practice first. It would be over in twenty minutes. I couldn't just tell the coach I wanted to leave.
I had tried my best to stay away from Greta since her birthday. I had left very early and returned with my brothers late at night.
Breathing in the same house where Greta was made me want to go mad. Her scent was driving me nuts. I thought I had successfully forged a way of escaping her until she showed up in the locker room looking like my everyday fantasy. I fantasised about her several times since her eighteenth birthd
