The Captain Doesn't Know I'm A Girl
My chest tightened out of nowhere as that familiar, soft scent hit my nose.
"Cap, are you that obsessed with me?" he mocked, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the sweat on his forehead.
I scoffed, ignoring the heat rising in my neck. "Do it now, or you'll never see your phone again."
He let out a sharp, annoyed hiss, but he actually dropped to the floor and planted his palms against the ground. I lowered myself onto his back.
The second my chest pressed against his shoulders, a weird thought crossed my mind. His skin felt too soft through the fabric —far too soft for a guy who spent all day running drills.