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The Player's Plus One
**CAMILLA**
It'll be the words of a liar if I say this current position wasn't getting me aroused, or I didn't like how we were in the moment.I did like it. A lot. Not only was this exceptionally hot, but this was also the first time anyone has ever made me feel wanted. I'm spouting rubbish in some way, but I don't see any way to properly describe it aside from these words.Sure as hell I was caught up in my thoughts and not what was happening, but I could tell his eyes were fixated on mine, I tried to look away but I just couldn’t. It was like my eyes had a mind of their own and they ended up moving back to meet his, I was getting lost in them until I heard whistles.First just one and then it was almost as if they competed for who could whistle the loudest.I turned back to see most of the guys from the soccer team staring at us, they were the ones whistling, if that wasn't enough, being caught by more than a dozen boys pinned to the
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