I honestly can’t really remember the last time I watched Scott play sport, it’s probably been almost five years. I can’t help but think that if I’d have continued watching him, I’d have realised how attractive he is.
Today I’m watching him play rugby with his friends and, he’s sensational. Tackling fearlessly, scoring effortlessly, playing faster and harder than anyone else. As he celebrates another try – his fourth of the match – I squeal with pride as his teammates dive on top of him.
Then I remember that he’s not mine. His rippling, muddied biceps aren’t mine. His toned torso under his gloriously sweaty shirt isn’t mine. The long, muscular legs aren’t mine. They’re Katie’s.
Along with the gorgeous smile and and gentle personality that make him unconcerned about what anyone thinks
