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,
"I'M COMING IN!" Without even waiting, I open the door to Jason's bedroom and unleash the foam inside the room. The girl is screaming, Jason is screaming, and I'm screaming—his damn pug is screaming. Everybody is screaming. "Who is this girl?!" The red-head stares at me, and then she mutters some
Addison "Have you apologized to him?" "Of course, I have," I say while playing with Gabriel and Isaac on the carpet in the living room. "I left a vanilla latte, and some homebaked apple pie flavored cookies with Lionel. I also sent a text..." Michelle glances down at me from the kitchen table. Sh
Jason Life is a bitch. I'm stuck playing college football for at least a few more months. Even though I could have made it to NFL like Robin and Maddox, I decided to wait for a better contract. But now it all depends on me. I can feel the pressure biting me in the back at all times, even in the sh
*** Later that same day, I'm on that blind dating app. "Weirdo twenty-five, huh?" I stare at the name of the person I've matched with. The compatibility rate is scary—ninety-five percent. Should I write to her? Probably. Ugh, but what do I tell her? I got on this app because Tinder is wearing
"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