"No, but thank you for the offer." He smiles at me, and I try to bat away each one of the butterflies swarming my chest. Maddox has a great smile, even if the grumpy guy hardly ever shows it. There are hints of dimples, and his eyes are so blue I could drown in them. So gorgeous... We stare at ea
Maddox Usually, I can always keep my head cool. During a game that I know, we are losing? No problem. After being tackled by a dude my fellow teammates couldn't take down on the field? No problem. But when Jason and the other guys are talking to Michelle? I'm having trouble whisking eggs in peace
"Yeah, I would like to know that too!" Lionel is beaming at me. "How did you guys meet each and shit? Tell me all the romantic stuff. I will take notes!" I roll my eyes. I swear these loons are making things even harder. I'm close to beating up their asses. I didn't invite Michelle for breakfast
MichelleI'm so confused. What does Maddox want from me? First, he makes me agree to pretend to be his girlfriend, and then he tells his friends that I'm not his type. What is that guy doing? Did he change his mind?Or...Was the sex with me so terrible that he doesn't even want to continue being i
Maddox No matter how hard I try, I can't shake the feeling of uneasiness. It gnaws at me, eating me alive. One part of me knows I messed things up with Michelle, but the other part keeps denying it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Sometimes I wonder if I am not as smart as I think I am. I kept th
Michelle I skipped school this week. The fear of Thomas trying to find me kept me locked in my room, but tonight I'm at a place where that guy isn't invited: the party at the frathouse. I'm standing in a long line with countless pretty women. They are all wearing dresses, high heels, and earrings
"Okay," Maddox attempts a smile. It comes out reluctant as if he doesn't fully trust I'm okay with waiting for him. "I will head upstairs. Don't go anywhere. Give me twenty minutes, okay?" "Okay." Maddox gives me a nod, and then he spins on his heels. The floor thuds underneath his feet as he walk
Maddox It seems I know very little about Michelle Henriksson. I pegged her for a withdrawn girl without much experience, and forgive me for saying this, but I didn't think she was very popular with guys. She wears cardigans like it's her religion and can barely talk without stammering. Michelle i
"You're doing great," Lynn tells me, and my chest swells when she looks at me with proud eyes. Her hand touches mine, and her lips curl into a sweet, adorable smile. "I know that you will be drafted. You train like an idiot, and football is the only thing on your mind, except for maybe some fishing.
Isaac It's been two months since Lynn and I started dating. Things have been going great. She comes to my football games, gets along with my mom, and I'm just constantly floating on pink clouds. But today, I can't make my stomach stop churning. I'm about to have dinner with Lynn and her parents.
Eventually, I wet my lips. "Can I... Can I hug you?" Isaac breaks out into a smile. "Of course." I don't waste a second. I push away the tray and launch myself at Isaac, who laughs in surprise when I tackle him to his back. I can't help it. I like him so much and immediately squeeze him in a bear
Lynn I don't know what to say when Isaac walks into the room. I know we both like each other now, but what do I tell him? How do I get into that topic? Do I say nothing at all and let him talk? My nerves are all over the place, and so are my thoughts. A shadow moves over me, and then Isaac stands
Lynn I wake up with a terrible headache and groan. "I'm never drinking alcohol ever again!" A snicker comes from above me, and I see Isaac's face when I open my eyes. We are lying in a bed together, and I'm nestled to his side, head resting between his pectoral muscle and muscular arm. "Good mor
Oh, I will. I stride forward. There is no space for me on the couch, but I force my way into a corner by lifting Lynn into my lap. She yelps in surprise and leans against me. Magnus glares at me, and I flash him a smirk when Lynn isn't looking. I'm such a lucky guy. Her butt rests on my thighs,
Isaac I stare at my reflection, trying to muster the courage needed to tell Lynn I like her more than a friend. We won our game earlier. Countless people are partying downstairs, but I can't go there. I'm not ready. For the billionth time, I point at myself. "You are a brave guy, and you will tel
I'm not petite, like... My mom is a Latina, and I have curves. I'm not ugly, though, but I get the feeling Isaac would want a small girlfriend. Sure, he calls me tiny, but compared to that blonde? I feel big. What if Isaac wants a more petite woman, like, even his mom is tiny? Isn't it scientifica
Lynn Two weeks after moving back home, I'm sitting on the football bleachers with Linnea and Natalie. Natalie's dad, Zane, is good friends with my dad. They used to be old teammates back when they played in the NFL. Linnea's dad is dead, but her brother used to play in the NFL too. "It's exciting