The images of Kenny's post-shower appearance came back to me. His abs were fantastic, and his face was pretty. I wondered if he was also good in bed.
Suddenly, I snapped out of it and blamed myself for harboring such a thought.
But a handsome guy was still worth admiring.
Just as I was quietly comforting myself, halftime arrived. He sat on a bench during the break, and a girl came over to offer him water. He politely declined. I picked up my bottle of water and walked over. When I faced the girl, she pouted with displeasure.
Kenny noticed I was standing in front of him but gazing at that girl. His brows furrowed slightly. He pulled me closer until we were just an inch apart. Only then did I turn to look at him. He got up to take the water from my hand and drank it.
Sitting next to him, I took out a tissue to wipe his sweat, saying, "That girl isn't good for you. Her makeup is too heavy, and it seems that she has a bad temper. I'm afraid you'll be bullied if you're with her."
Surprisingly, Kenny didn't choke on the water this time. Instead, he drank calmly, as I watched him. He finished the water in one go, stood up, and walked away to throw the bottle into the trash.