"I'm not worried about that," I said with a laugh, remembering the way I'd thrown him over my shoulder on the field. "After all, I can take you down easily."
Oliver slowly opened his eyes, those deep green pools that seemed to pull me in. He stared at me for a long moment before a charming smile curled his lips.
"True," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine. "You've conquered me, Alina."
As he spoke, he released me from his embrace and then dramatically spread his arms wide, lying flat on the bed as if presenting himself as a prize. He winked at me.
"So," he continued with a playful tone, "you can do whatever you want with me."
He even traced a hand over his toned chest and abs, emphasizing his well-sculpted body.
I knew Oliver was joking, trying to lig
