" Problem?” Eric asks. And is he flexing his pecs at me? “Did I spill something on my shirt?”
My face burns as I drag my gaze up to meet his. “No spills. But I’m not sure that fits you. Consider sizing up.”
“No way.” He gives me a slow smile. “This shirt is lucky.”
“Oh.” All the athletes I know are superstitious. “You mean you win games after you wear it?”
“No, I mean it’s lucky to be wrapped so tightly around me. I wouldn’t want to deprive this shirt of that privilege. Wouldn’t you agree? "

― Sarina Bowen , Moonlighter (The Company, #1)