The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 213

The deep plunging neckline barely contained her heavy breasts, the soft cups strained so that the tops of them spilled over the lace, nipples faintly visible through the sheer floral pattern.

The high-cut legs dug into the soft flesh of her hips and ass, the thin material disappearing between her thick thighs and leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

When she shifted, the lace pulled tighter across her stomach and the generous curve of her backside, every soft inch on display.

Her long black hair fell loose around her shoulders, but it was what she’d done differently tonight that held my attention.

For the first time since I’d started watching her, Luna had positioned the camera high enough to reveal more of her face.

Not all of it.

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A black mask covered the lower half, concealing everything from beneath her eyes down, but even that was unusual. Lúna guarded her identity obsessively. Her mouth sometimes made it into frame, along with her chin or the occasional glimpse

flushed cheek when she moved too quickly, but she’d never deliberately shown anything higher.

Tonight, for the first time, I could see her eyes clearly. They were an impossible shade of blue, vivid against the black mask, and they held me there for several seconds before I remembered to do anything except look.

Fuck.

The chat exploded almost immediately, messages tearing down the side of the screen faster than anyone could reasonably read them.

YOUR EYES???

LUNA WHAT THE FUCK

SHE HAS EYES GUYS

BLUE????

TAKE THE MASK OFF

WHY HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THOSE

Laughter softened her expression.

“Calm down.”

That only encouraged them.

I’d imagined what they might look like before, though I couldn’t have said why I’d always pictured brown, maybe hazel. Seeing the reality made me wonder where the hell I’d gotten that idea.

A large tip appeared on the screen, drawing Luna’s attention toward the notification.

“Oh.” Surprise widened her eyes slightly. “Thank you.”

Another followed, then several more, until a blush began creeping into the little skin visible above her mask.

“You guys are being ridiculous,” she said through another laugh. “They’re just eyes.”

No, they weren’t.

My cursor had already drifted toward the tip button before common sense caught up with it.

Seven minutes early, and now I was considering paying a woman because I liked her eyes.

I really was losing my fucking mind.

Another message drew her closer to the screen.

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