I snort, then laugh. It bubbles out of me, and I’m powerless to stop it. “The day I wear a blue-and-black uniform will be a cold day in hell!”
Bennett buries his nose in my neck in a blatant territorial move, his breath hot on my skin. He might as well pee on me like a dog. When Zayd raises an eyebrow and smirks, I feel like a lamppost.
I narrow my eyes at him.
His grin widens, and he flicks his dark hair out of his eyes. To Bennett, he says, “Hold on to her, or someone might try to steal her away.” He winks at me, then jogs off and catches a water bottle that one of his teammates throws at him.
“What a fucking dick!” Bennett mutters.
Zayd’s tanned neck moves as he downs the water in one go. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he laughs at something a teammate says before his dark eyes collide with mine and hold.
“Yeah,” I whisper, unable to look away. “What a dick…”