Kinglsey POV
Stupid f*****g kid. Stop that. Stop!
I dig my nail into the palm of my hand as hard as possible, trying to keep myself in a calm a
state.
Fucking John.
I clench my teeth in irritation as he wraps his arm around Savannah's waist, taking what is
probably the fiftieth selfie of them together. Morning practice hasn't started yet, so I can't very
well yell at him.
He moves his face a little too close to hers and I move forward on my toes, full intending to rip
them apart. Luckily Savannah does the work for me, ultimately elbowing him away with that
jingle-like laughter of hers.
"Stop that," I hear her whine, blocking her face from the phone. "I didn't sign up for a
photoshoot!"
"King?"
Grant's presence startles my eavesdropping ass and for a moment, I curse the fac
