The loud sound of the whistle pierced the afternoon air as Coach Rivers barked commands, his voice bouncing off the bleachers where I sat alone, hunched forward with my elbows resting on my knees.
Below, Ryan’s deep laugh reached me, and my stomach twisted. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam, drawn like a moth to a flame.
Ryan stood in the center of the field, sweat glistening on his sharp jawline as he threw the football with a perfect arc.
His muscles flexed under his jersey as he laughed at something one of his teammates said.
His dark hair was beautiful, his signature grin spreading across his face like he had not a care in the world.
He most certainly looked like an angel to me and I couldn't get enough of the look on his face when he led his team to victory then received
