Lovina felt like kicking herself for daydreaming about him again.
She had never expected to really fall for that football star that her sister loved to watch on t.v. so much.
Then again, Felicia tended to almost obliviously send her sister to new forms of 'interest.'
Lovina sighed as she stared blankly ahead of her as the teacher droned on and on about material that she had long since memorized; her mind jumped back at the opportunity to daydream about Antonio again whose smile tended to light up the stadium and who looked unbelievably lovely when he ran through the stadium kicking that blasted ball.
She sighed as she stared ahead of herself and tried to draw her mind out of the tempting haze of daydreams and back on to the lecture that she couldn't care less about.
Lovina though could only see tan skin, highlighted by the Spanish sun and a tall and absolutely gorgeous frame of a man who always seemed so kind and so cheerful.
He'd been the sort to draw attention right away from hordes of girls that Lovina figured had a better chance than she did as well as draw her own attention.
Something about a man that may just listen to her when she needed someone to talk to and would be such a dork as he clearly seemed to be, enough to may be make her laugh a little, sounded far too appealing.
Antonio just seemed like such a great guy despite the fact that he was a bit older than her and therefore, she couldn't even date him despite her feelings.
He was a grown man and surely had his own problems and issues to work out despite how stunning and almost carefree he seemed.
She cursed her own tendency to like men that were her polar opposite as she debated over whether he really did smile from the deepest parts of his heart and whether his kindness was genuine and spread far past what she knew.
Lovina would love to just take a stroll beside him and just learn if he was all that her heart so clearly desired though the thought of perhaps kissing him sounded absolutely tempting as well as Madrid's sun warmed their bodies and left them both worn out and lazy under its heat.
Perhaps he'd be a slow kisser and gentle or may be he was unbelievably passionate despite the heat that he often seemed to thrive in; may be his passion extended beyond the game of football and lost itself in the heat of a kiss that could rival the sun.
She shouldn't want him like this as she hadn't even had her own first kiss; let alone did she really know what she'd prefer from those options though both sounded undeniably lovely.
Lovina forced herself to watch her teacher's pacing and focus on anything other than her desire just to be near a football star that would probably not even bat an eye at her, a silly little sixteen year old who knew so little about the nuances of romance.