My eyes roam over Robin. He wears dark blue chinos and a white t-shirt with sleeves squeezing his tanned biceps. Brown hair crowns his head, longer at the top, shorter at the sides—he looks like a guy whose aftershave cost more than my entire wardrobe. Once he notices me staring, he meets my eyes
Anna The Winter air bites me in the cheeks as I open the car door without stepping outside. "You sit right there. I will get your crutches." Robin says. What a gentleman. "Thank you." "No problem." We hardly get snow in the south, but it's chilly at night. I rub my hands together to urge the b
You could serve a family dinner on that ass... "Do you want vanilla sauce on it?" "Sauce on it?" My eyes dart up to his face in a fit of panic. Robin looks at me over his shoulder, and I feel my sweat glands open. "Oh, the cinnamon roll... Uh, yes, please!" "A lot of it?" "As much as you're putt
Anna For the last couple of days, I've been avoiding Robin. We are married, but my husband seems too perfect to be real. The more I learn about him, the more I question what the heck he is doing with someone like me. Robin could have anyone and me not remembering him is the perfect excuse for h
I take my jacket from him, and Robin holds my crutches when I slip my arms into it. "It was exhausting... I think my brain might explode if I have to answer one more question about myself." "Noted—I won't play a hundred questions with you tonight." I laugh. "Thank you." I exchange a few words wit
I press myself further against the wall. Robin is huge. I meet his eyes with a pounding heart. "I'm not playing any games." "Lies..." Robin rests an arm above my head, inching closer. His chest is almost brushing against mine. Shit. My hands grip the crutches as if my life depended on them. "So
Anna I wake up the following morning and feel terrible. I slept in the room belonging to both me and Robin. Since I'm not comfortable with him, Robin slept in the guest bedroom. Again. "I'm a lousy excuse for a wife..." I mutter to myself as I reach for the new cellphone Robin got me. My phone m
"I'm going to head to the gym later. I took a run this morning with Maddox, a teammate of mine, and later, we will train together. There is no football practice today." "I see." His eyelashes flicker when he considers me. "Can I tell you something personal about yourself?" My round cheeks lift wi
"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