Douglas’ POV

I had never met a girl like Sharon before. The first time I saw her was at the welcome ceremony party at the baseball house. She was dressed in a beautiful emerald green dress that matched her eyes, shimmering like precious stones under the dim party lights. Her dress was intentionally styled to reveal just enough to catch attention without seeming too eager or desperate. And it worked. As she wandered around the room, flirting with the boys, she turned ...