Snowed in With the Player Excerpt
He’s big and burly like a teddy bear, which is why everyone calls him Teddy. He’s one of the few people that never makes me feel like the “other” twin. I like that about him. I like a lot of things about him.
Including the way the long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing strains against his biceps and back. He’s six foot, two inches, and every part of him is broad and muscular.
“How are you, Holly?” Even though lots of people can tell Stella and me apart, I secretly love when it’s Teddy who calls me by name without prompting.
“Good. You?” My cold cheeks flame with warmth.
“I’m good. Nice antlers.” One side of his mouth quirks up and his dimples are on full display. I love his dimples.
When Teddy isn’t smiling, he looks tough and really intimidating. I’ve been watching him play football with Felix for the past two years and that tough and intimidating look has coincided with a lot of touchdowns. He is no-nonsense, all-out, determined, and aggressive on the field, but when he smiles, Teddy looks like the nicest guy you could ever meet. And he really is.
Including the way the long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing strains against his biceps and back. He’s six foot, two inches, and every part of him is broad and muscular.
“How are you, Holly?” Even though lots of people can tell Stella and me apart, I secretly love when it’s Teddy who calls me by name without prompting.
“Good. You?” My cold cheeks flame with warmth.
“I’m good. Nice antlers.” One side of his mouth quirks up and his dimples are on full display. I love his dimples.
When Teddy isn’t smiling, he looks tough and really intimidating. I’ve been watching him play football with Felix for the past two years and that tough and intimidating look has coincided with a lot of touchdowns. He is no-nonsense, all-out, determined, and aggressive on the field, but when he smiles, Teddy looks like the nicest guy you could ever meet. And he really is.
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