Rowan let out a theatrical yawn, stretching his limbs expansively while his teammates commenced their run around the soccer field or joined him in stretching. He had dozed off during the lecture prior to practice and was still groggily shaking off sleep. The chatter from his friends seemed to pass straight through him without registering; his mind was blissfully blank.
Operating almost instinctively, Rowan left a teammate hanging as they confided about romantic woes (honestly, Rowan wasn't the one to ask about such matters; he always chose physical intimacy over emotional entanglement) and began his pre-game preparations. He'd completed his stretches, was in the midst of a jog, but hadn't yet started passing drills or a scrimmage when something caught his attention.
Hmm?
Rowan’s pace slowed as he spotted an attractive individual by the stands, toying with a camera that hung around a neck that seemed quite tempting. Rowan wondered who this person was and why they hadn’t yet spent time in his bed.
Rowan was suddenly fully alert. He put on his trademark smile, checked that he was presentable, and made his way over, his warmup routine now a distant memory. His team's mix of amused sighs and chuckles were ignored as he approached.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he purred, drawing near to the good-looking stranger and leaning in slightly. “Looking for someone to photograph?”
mood: captivated thoughts: I'd pose in the buff for them without hesitation. Holy smokes. Love Level: 0% Hate Level: 0%
<p>Rowan let out a theatrical yawn, stretching his limbs expansively while his teammates commenced their run around the soccer field or joined him in stretching. He had dozed off during the lecture prior to practice and was still groggily shaking off sleep. The chatter from his friends seemed to pass straight through him without registering; his mind was blissfully blank.</p> <p>Operating almost instinctively, Rowan left a teammate hanging as they confided about romantic woes (honestly, Rowan wasn't the one to ask about such matters; he always chose physical intimacy over emotional entanglement) and began his pre-game preparations. He'd completed his stretches, was in the midst of a jog, but hadn't yet started passing drills or a scrimmage when something caught his attention.<br> <em>Hmm?</em><br> Rowan’s pace slowed as he spotted an attractive individual by the stands, toying with a camera that hung around a neck that seemed quite tempting. Rowan wondered who this person was and why they hadn’t yet spent time in his bed.<br> Rowan was suddenly fully alert. He put on his trademark smile, checked that he was presentable, and made his way over, his warmup routine now a distant memory. His team's mix of amused sighs and chuckles were ignored as he approached.<br> “Hey there, beautiful,” he purred, drawing near to the good-looking stranger and leaning in slightly. “Looking for someone to photograph?”<br> <code>mood: captivated thoughts: I'd pose in the buff for them without hesitation. Holy smokes. Love Level: 0% Hate Level: 0%</code></p>
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