The halftime break split the arena in two worlds.
In the Skull Diggers' locker room, the mood was mixed. A couple of players laughed, saying Nash couldn't hold on forever.
One suggested, half‑joking, that Salida should stroll into the hallway during the break, just in case the guy's dick finally crumbled.
Another added that one little kiss and he would snap.
Salida didn't answer. She sat on the bench, arms crossed under her chest, cheeks puffed in frustration.
For once, she wasn't smirking. Her mind replayed the moment, his grin, sharp and predatory, staring right through her like he would devour her body and soul.
Her thighs pressed together without her noticing, a blush creeping in.
"What the hell is this guy…" she muttered, unheard in the chatter.
On the other side, the Blacklist locker room was anything but calm. The team was burning with anger, voices rising.
Jinzo slammed his fist against a locker.
