Chapter 16: Roan

Unable to help myself, my gaze slides appreciatively over her body as she turns away from me. A few seconds later, she's jogging over to the corner of the studio where her bag is lying against the wall. She slips off her black ballet shoes before pulling on an oversized T-shirt and pair of leggings. Sliding her feet into a pair of shoes, she then shoves the ballet slippers into her bag.

I seriously can't believe how hot this girl is. And watching her dance, that only kicks it up a hundred notches. Unfortunately, I have a semi-aroused situation going on in my jeans. God forbid I actually stiffen all the way up while we're walking out of here. It's doubtful that Ivy would be flattered by my lust. She'd probably refuse the ride back to the apartment.

I try focusing on things that are in no way related to Ivy...or dancing...or long caramel colored hair...or skintight leotards.

Damn it.

Instead, I focus on the season opener we played yesterday. I think about the arms and ches