[Rosie's POV]
Has the sky always been blue?
Has the sun always been this hot?
What color is the cloud?
These are questions I found myself asking as I squint my eyes at the sun ray, holding a hockey stick, and sitting on the bleachers.
"Princess!" His voice eluded my mind but I dare not look, I dare not...okay, my eyes have just betrayed me.
They were peeking at him. Has he always been this hot? His dark hair was ruffled like he ran his fingers in it multiple times and it made it look like coils.
The wind added a little too much, blowing it apart and he suddenly radiated in my eyes.
The catwalk loved the way he glided with an athletic grace without skipping a beat.
Stop. I'm telling myself to stop.
"But he's hot though"
I didn't say that. My head did and if I'd just look away, I won't be bothered.
I'm the only one sitting at the bleachers, he had brought me here to watch him practice on the brink.
