““Sophie could sense Aidan’s attraction to Morgan. Could he be more insane? Not that Aidan was ugly. Sophie just figured his black clothing, studded eyebrow and ears, and tattoos were something the Queen of Ice wouldn’t be interested in. Morgan shook her curls off of her shoulder with a silent glare for the group. Aidan grinned again and turned to Jackson. “You play for the football team?” He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the arm. “Could you please stop that?” Morgan speared Aidan with another look. “Sure thing, Princess.” “Shut up.” Jackson watched their exchange with a small smile. A curl fell over his forehead that made him look devastatingly virtuous. “Tristan and I are on the same team. We’ve played together since we were little.””
