Dalia's POV
The moment Orion appeared at the volleyball court, whispers erupted around me like wildfire. Every girl on the team suddenly found reasons to glance in his direction, their voices dropping to conspiratorial murmurs that carried just enough for me to catch fragments of their fascination.
My concentration shattered completely. All I could think about was the way he had looked this morning, standing in that doorway with his shirt off, muscles defined against the morning light, radiating an authority that made everyone else seem insignificant. And now he was here, watching me stumble through practice like some kind of amateur.
He settled onto the bleachers with casual confidence, dropping his bag beside him and leaning back as if he owned the entire gymnasium. When I caught his eye and mouthed my confusion about his presence, he simply raised one eyebrow and mouthed back two words that made my pulse quicken.
"Watching you."
