"Kieran, my legs are still cold. I thought you said you brought a bigger blanket. This one feels smaller." Otti whined next to me.
My flower could barely stand ten minutes of this cold weather.
"Oops, I think I grabbed the wrong blanket. My bad, Flower," I replied gently.
Otti looked at me with a frown. I gave her a small smile as I grabbed her legs and pulled them onto my lap. Then I closed the blanket around us, wrapping my arms around her.
"Better?" I asked.
Otti nodded as a blush settled on her cheeks. She looked back at the game, and I knew she was watching Pierce. We sat much closer to the field than we did last week. I've noticed Pierce glancing at Otti a few times since we sat down. He's probably wondering why it took us so long to get here.
I still can't stop beating myself
