I crane my neck, meeting his eyes. "What do you want?"His smile is brilliant. "The ice cream in your arms."Pfft."Ain't happening.""Please?""Begging ain't gonna get you far."He chuckles in amusement. "I know—usually, I'm never the one to do the begging."That dark gaze of his travel to the girl
Robin I lost my brother three years ago, and the only thing I've found to numb the pain is to drink, spend money on stupid things, and girls—lots of girls. I hook up with plenty. My friends call me a Casanova, but the truth is that sex is one of the few things that make it stop hurting, if just f
"I'm going to be honest with you, Robin," Anna says without averting her eyes from mine. "You're a very pretty young man. Attractive. But I'm your professor." A smile tugs on my lips. "So you would say yes if I weren't your student? Is that what you're saying?" She smiles brighter, and I stare dow
Maddox I can't believe we won the Super Bowl! I'm standing in the parking lot outside the hotel, smiling because I'm about to phone Michelle and tell her I'm coming home victorious. I'm so happy. It feels like it's been years since I saw Michelle and the twins. But I soon won't have that problem
Maddox The sound of breaking bones tortures me. There is a clump in my throat that I can't seem to swallow, and hot metal burns my legs. I hear the voices of the fans, asking if I'm dead. I can't respond to them. I'm afraid and sad, and all I want is to see Michelle and my little boys again. Bl
"You're lying." "I'm not." "Since when did you get back that stick up your ass?" Her words are so sudden and unexpected that I snort. "We are in the hospital, and you're thinking about my ass?" The smirk on her face is all sharp. "Since you're not letting me in, I'm thinking about beating that d
Michelle Let it out. It's okay to cry. Letting emotions run out is healthy instead of bottling them up. I look at my reflection, gripping the sides of the tap while taking deep breaths to calm down. Maddox didn't mean to yell at me—I know that, but it's hard to think rational thoughts when some
"I know," he looks at me. "But even in books and shit, it's always the man who is supposed to be the..." "Hero? Alpha? The one who never cries?" He laughs, but the smile doesn't quite reach all the way to his lips. Instead, his eyes look haunted. We both know why—because everything I said is true.
"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