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.
Michelle My heart is hurting for Maddox. He is home again, sitting in his wheelchair on the porch while holding the sleeping twins. They are resting against his chest, and their tiny little toes are visible. So cute. Warmth fills my chest as I take in the trio—the three most important people i
"Your drugs are read," I joke while pouring the blue soup from the mixer into a glass. I'm not sure if Maddox uses a straw, but add a colorful neon green one for fun. There are silly frills on it, and since I feel brave, I even throw in a tiny umbrella meant for drinks. "I feel spoiled," Maddox s
Michelle A few weeks have passed since the accident, and I'm in a good mood. My brown hair is caught in a messy bun at the top of my head. Tiny little baby strands are falling into my forehead, and I blow them away while filling the bathtub. It's a luxurious one, and I'm tempted to call it a jac
The muscles in his neck and arms look swollen since it's what he has been focusing on. Maddox isn't allowed to put much weight on his leg, but he will hopefully be free from the chair and crutches next week. "Well, look at you..." I let my fingers run up his muscular arm. "Someone has been putting
Michelle Heaven is a place on earth. I'm nestled into Maddox's side and one hundred percent high on the afterglow after our fantastic sex. Rose petals are floating around in the bathtub, and I'm happy. A smile is glittering over my lips. "That was—..." I bite my lip, unable to finish the sentenc
Addison I look myself in the rearview mirror. Blonde hair—check. Brilliant smile despite my braces—check. Converse sneakers—check. I'm ready. Today is the day I should come clean, apologize to Jason for my past misbehavior, and ask him out. I'm going to tell him that I can't forget about him,
"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