CHAPTER 43

"You should go," Brody urges me, his voice a low rumble. He's looking at me from beneath his dark eyelashes, his eyes burning intensely with green flames. His mouth turns up into a slow satisfying smirk, pupils twinkling at my reaction.
"Don't leave them waiting Bella," Brody whispers, handing me the bag of footballs. I nod weakly, unable to process any form of English right now. My cheeks are burning red, rising to the tips of my ears.
I can still feel his lips on mine, the tingling...