Chapter Twenty ~ Zoey
I don’t know how it happened … Really, I don’t.
One minute I was sitting on the bleachers, warm from Gabe’s words and wondering how long the game was going to last, eager to get back to my computer, and the next Gabe’s shirt came off and he started playing football.
That’s all that happened, but it flipped a switch in me that I didn’t know was wired.
And it was wired straight to my libido.
No lie.
Gabe started barking orders at his team, his face all business, and I watched as his muscles rippled with each movement. Each pass. Each catch. Each step of his feet.
I’d never thought of myself as shallow, or someone who would ever be caught up by the way a person looks, let alone mesmerized by some muscles, but there was something about Gabe on a football field that
