It was a place in my head where I was wound to fight. I pictured good hits and thought about the euphoria of scoring and winning. Since my injury, thoughts of maiming John London in the next game we played against his team also fueled me. But tonight, I wasn’t feeling very war-like. For the first time in my life, I was sexually charged up before a game. Dell’s texts to me, the rosy shade of her flushed cheeks and the thought of watching her shower sent adrenaline rushing through my veins. Damned if that woman wasn’t the sexiest I’d ever known. Part of her allure was that she wasn’t overtly sexy. She didn’t hang out of her clothes or send secret fuck me stares. No, only I got to see this side of her. The way she fought her shyness and dared to leave her comfort zone for me was a huge turn-on. “You okay, man?” Niko’s brow was wrinkled with confusion as he looked at me. “I’m fine, why?”
