Chapter 62

Reilley's POV. Deavon. This guy. He's going to be the death of me. The way he's stroking my hair right now like I'm his little boy. I can't. My heart is going to explode from so much emotions. That's when I realized that I haven't taken a shower. "L—Let go of me!" I blurted nervously as I push him to the side. He lets go of me. This is embarrassing. I think he was sniffing me. This guy. Argh! That's embarrassing. I literally sweat myself to death on the field earlier. "G—Go away! I'm going to the bathroom." He remained silent. I walked past him and go straight to my closet to get some clothes. I can't talk to him like this. "It would be very appreciated if you will leave." I closed the closet and was about to head to the bathroom when a pair of strong muscled arms pinned me on the wall. I squeaked when he puts his face close to mine. "Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked playfully while staring at my trembling lips. Damn. I'm sweating. "I have to shower. Don't you see how terrible I