I grimace. "It does, yeah..." "I guess it can't be helped... Don't get too touchy with me. I will drop you if I find you groping me." Huh? What does he mean? My eyes turn into the size of saucers when Jason bends down and scoops me up until my body is pressed against him. My legs dangle over one
Addison "It won't be a big wedding at all," Michelle says while pouring herself another cup of coffee by the counter. "But I was wondering if maybe... Maybe you could bake the wedding cake?" She looks at me expectantly. I'm sitting by the table and having a Swedish Fika with Jason. My family is
But I suppose beautiful lies aren't his thing. "Am I really that horrible that you would never date me?" "Not horrible," Jason says. "But I don't think you and I have enough in common to be something..." "Oh..." I try to hide my disappointment by keeping a smile on my face, even if his words cut
I smile. "It sounds like a beautiful dream." "Not a dream," he winks at me. "I will make it happen." We share a smile until Jason raises an eyebrow, something I have noticed he does pretty often. "So, what about you?" "Huh?" "What are your goals? Do you have any yet?" I open my mouth but reali
Addison After a day spent planning a wedding cake for Michelle and later having partied with the other girls I live with, I'm ashamed to admit I'm super drunk when I get to my room. "So tired... But also not..." I hiccup. "It's late..." I slump down on my bed—stomach first—and shut my eyes, taki
Shit! I'm supposed to be baking with Jason over at Michelle's place! How could I have forgotten?! I'm not close to being ready! What do I do?! I look down at myself—I'm still wearing my SpongeBob Squarepants pajamas! "Great to see that you're dressed for the occasion..." I look at the door, noti
Addison Jason is silently watching me, waiting for me to speak, but I don't know what to say in this situation. He knows everything, and I feel like a conflict is bound to happen no matter what I say. Think Addison, think! I try to rake my brain on how to turn this around. Sadly, there is no exc
I want this so bad. Jason tosses his leather jacket on the bed, and I look at him in awe when he removes his hoodie. His upper body is a work of art, and this time he smiles at me, knowing how much it rattles me how hot he is. Jason is also aware of how much I like him and how obsessed I am with
"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