Dove
"You played amazingly! How aren't you in a wheelchair?" I laughed as Benecio picked me up and spun me around.
He was fresh out of the shower. His hair was damp, pushed back under his black cowboy hat, little droplets clinging to the brim.
And the outfit. Lord.
Black quilted leather jacket, unzipped over a plain black tee so I could see the base of his throat and the edge of his collarbone. Dark denim jeans. Black cowboy boots that made him even taller. He looked dangerous, Texas, and all mine.
His cologne hit me next. Pomegranate and something spicy, warm, and musky. It made my bones turn to jelly.
There were no cameras here. No interested eyes. Just a little hidden spot just outside the locker rooms, tucked behind a concrete pillar. I'd been waiting for him and I yelped when he pulled me to the corner and kissed me like his life depended on it. When he pulled back I was breathless.
