ould, too," I say, and he raises a brow. "Fine, I wouldn't. This is different." "How different, because I'm about to punch some Karens." "Different enough that even I won't punch an

s different in the royal-blue lacrosse uniform, a bit tighter, maybe. Those shorts are definitely framing his ass better than the running ones. Not that I'm staring or anything. Okay, I totally fucking am. His hair is styled in his signature Prince Charming look-the sides short and the longer strands on top slicked back, making his face appear sharp. He looks serious, more so than usual, as he shoves the helmet over his head and gets to the middle with a member of the orange team. The referee throws the ball down and lotus flower fights over it with his long-netted stick. That's some weird shit down there... On second thought, I'm not complaining about the way he's bent over, ass on display. Maybe lacrosse isn't so bad, after all. The crowd cheers when he gets the ball for his team. Or as much as preppy people will. Since I used to play football, and still do at times, this is like a Mary Sue sport in comparison. Though they do get physical. Hmm. So he does like some roughness in his life. My cock twitches at the memory of his groans when I squeezed him with a firm grip. How he thrust against my cock at a maddening pace, trying to match my rhythm. I have to shake those thoughts away so I don't get a hard-on and effectively get kicked out by the bunch of prudes. My attention zeroes back on Bran, who seems to be doing well. He runs a lot from the attack to the defense, and he retrieves a lot of balls for his team. The crowd is buzzing when they score. Got to say it's not too bad. There's obviously adrenaline going on. Number ten, the one and only lotus flower, gets stifling attention from the other team's defenders, who try to block him with every move. One of them pushes him and he falls as the referee announces a foul. I jump to my feet. "Fu