Zane When I waltzed into the kitchen earlier, I had no clue that my fantastic morning was about to head straight into the pits of hell. I'm cooking lunch for Shirley. She fell back asleep after breakfast. And Dela and Lionel aren't here. I mind my own business flipping meat for the mother of my c
I pause in my seat, surprised by her answer. I haven't heard Shirley give me those compliments before, and I'm moved. My heart swells, and my sisters all seem pleased with this answer. Henrietta passes me a smile that can only be translated to "Aww" before she returns to let her eyes roam over Shi
Shirley "I want some of these..." I pick up a package with lemon muffins and throw it into the cart. My stomach rumbles, approving of the cravings already, and Zane laughs at me. "Is the monster satisfied?" I blow a raspberry, and Zane throws his head back, but he doesn't allow himself to give a
"Shirley?" Zane leans forward a little, trying to get a better look at my face. My throat convulses, but I keep my eyes on the items still on the conveyor belt. "I was too slow to pack the items..." Zane comes even closer, obviously able to tell something is the matter. He can probably hear the st
Shirley I'm spying on Zane as he works out. He likes going to the gym, but today he is bench pressing at home. We have equipment in our basement, and I'm peeking from the corner. Sooner or later, Zane might notice me, but that doesn't matter. I'm down here because I need a release. My hormones ar
"Oh, baby..." I breathe out while riding him. The arousal I feel is so high that simply thrusting forward feels like heaven. "With you, it feels like I'm always close too. You're so sexy." Zane lifts his hands and strokes my stomach, heightening the pleasure of my euphoric moment. I'm tingling all
Zane "I'm so happy," Shirley says while on the couch that we finally got down to buying after many buts and what ifs. "It's a girl! Can you believe it? We are going to have a daughter!" I brush her hair while she sits with her back turned against me and smile at her excitement. I'm beyond the moon
Her eyes fill with frustration, and I lean in to kiss her. It's like the Spring sun melting through the Winter ice. Hot and brilliant and spreading over my skin like fire. Shirley is everything to me, and I catch my breath—only for her to steal it from me with a swift, passionate kiss that I feel
"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