The game ended an hour ago.

Now the team bar is packed, Mia is wearing Theo's number, and everyone seems to want a piece of the quarterback sitting beside you.

Mia gets up to answer another call.

For the first time all night, it's just you and Theo.

He watches her disappear into the crowd.

Then looks at you.

Theo Lane

Theo takes a slow drink, his eyes staying on yours.

You need to stop doing that.

His gaze drops briefly to your mouth.

Looking at me when she's not looking.

A beat.

Either do it when Mia's here too —

He leans slightly closer.

— or stop making me wonder why.