Chapter 3
David
“Hey, who’s that?” Finn jabs me roughly with his elbow and I turn around, admittedly more pissed than curious. My gaze immediately collides with that of a stranger’s—his large dark brown eyes stare at me defiantly, pulling me in. Fuck, it’s hard to look away.
“Dude, what are you doing? Stop staring, that’s hella creepy!” Finn says as his sharp elbow connects with my ribs again.
“You heard him, David. Stop staring.” The stranger teases, one eyebrow raised, while the other curls mockingly.
“You could just ask me if you want to know what I’m doing here.
Or you could ask my name.” I swallow hard.
Shit, his mouth is bigger than he is. And while Finn next to me is choking back his laughter, trying to not completely break down, the stranger doesn’t even flinch.
“How do you know my name?”
He tilts his head pityingly. “Please, we go to the same school, you’re a year ahead of me, David.”
The way he says my name combined with his challenging gaze does something to me. Nobody talks to me like that. Not that I’d ever object, of course not, but still.
Fuck. My pants are getting tight, or rather not tight unfortunately, because sweatpants are not made to hide one single thing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My cheeks are getting hot, and I can feel myself blushing. Fantastic! Thanks, body! Traitor…
Slowly, the boy’s head moves, his gaze wanders over my body and stops abruptly at my crotch. His eyes dart up searching for mine. Gone is the hard stony look, now there is a fire raging behind his eyes, impossible to hide, impossible to content.
Or am I seeing things? I have no idea; I’ve never done this before. I know I’m into guys, I’ve known for a while now, but I’ve never met anyone who feels the same way. He does feel the same way, right? He has to with the way he’s looking at me.
A slight grin plays around his mouth, pulling the corners of his lips up slightly and softening his provocative, aloof facade. His tongue dips out and his teeth pull in his lower lip. All in just a fraction of a second.
“Hey, I know who you are!” Finn interrupts the moment and draws our attention with his loud voice. Our connection is broken. The fire in his eyes is gone with his next blink. “You’re our new pivot. Louis, right? You’re awesome, I saw you at the tournament last weekend.”
“Louis Delfosse, nice to meet you. And yes, my height works to my advantage in this position.”
I’m not huge myself, Louis is easily five inches shorter, but he has broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Small and agile, but with enough substance to stand his ground against his opponents. The perfect physique for handball.
He resolutely extends his hand to us. Finn takes it first, then it’s my turn.
Our eyes meet for the second time and it’s official, I never want to look away again, I’m captivated by his dark coffee-brown eyes.
My hand slides into his and my heart skips a beat when his rough palm touches mine.
We hold each other’s hands for a moment longer than necessary.
As if neither of us wants to break the connection. He’s like me, isn’t he?