Lucy
Yep, gyming with a hockey star isn't as simple as I had imagined.
Everyone is staring at us, phones out, cameras clicking, whispers floating around the room. I can literally feel their eyes on me, burning into my skin.
All I can do is mimic the way Rhett is acting, like he doesn't care, like he's used to this level of attention.
Some even walk right up to us, asking for pictures. The girls giggle like they've just seen a Greek god in real life, batting their lashes at him while trying to ignore me completely.
Acting like his girlfriend is harder than I thought. The stares make my skin prickle, my stomach twisting with unease. It's like Rhett senses it, he shifts subtly, placing himself in a way that blocks most of their view of my face. He even throws me one of those
