The goalie turned and stared at me, our eyes locking in a silent exchange that sent a shiver down my spine.
Wow.
He was pretty.
The kind of pretty that made you dizzy, and slightly obsessed. And wondering what having that for yourself would even be like.
I didn’t know that people existed like that in real life.
And I’d been surrounded by pretty people for years.
But not like that.
How had I not heard about this guy before? His name should have been all over L.A.?