Nathan's POV
I turned my head, already knowing who it was before my eyes landed on her. Cheryl Donovan stood in the doorway, arms folded tightly over her chest.
She was still wearing her Imperial FC women’s captain armband on the sleeve of her training jacket, even though her match had ended hours ago. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, though a few loose strands had fallen across her face from the post-game humidity. Her brown eyes were narrowed with visible irritation.
She looked between Leah and me, her gaze lingering a bit too long on the way Leah’s body was still close to mine.
She usually came looking for me after every match, always checking in to make sure I was alright and inviting me out with the team. I figured she may have been searching everywhere for me
