Reilley's POV
My eyes grew big when the door suddenly sprung open. Deavon's half naked body greeted me. His hair is on a mess. His eyes were deep and swollen.
I can sense the strong smell of alcohol in his body.
"W—What happened?" I asked worriedly. He looked straight into my eyes.
Pain. That's what I'm seeing right now.
I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me inside the room. He swiftly closed the door shut and pinned me there. I stared at his face with astounded eyes.
"W—What are you doing!" I blurted. His right hand is tightly wrapped around my waist. I can already feel his hot breaths hitting my face. "You called me to do this?!"
"Why did you come?" he whispered in a husky voice.
His hoodie eyes are making my legs weak. I grabbed his big arms for support. He sexily stared down at my hands. "I told you to come and you did. Why?" he asked again.
I bite my lower lip.
I'm asking myself the same question. I should be on the field cheering for the person who's always been