Felix (New York Players #4)

by Lulu Moore

Out of the darkness comes the light. And that’s what she was - the light when everything else was dark.

“What happened the first time he saw her?” “It was like he had cartoon hearts spinning round his head,”

“Now look what you did. You’ve made him cry.”

I might not know everything about you, but I do know some things. I know the important things. The little things. And I’d like to know the rest. I want to know the rest of you.

But what was life without a little risk? I’d never played it safe and I wasn’t about to start now.

“He’s one of my brother’s best friends, they’ve played together since their rookie days, but I’ve been in love with him since the first day I saw him and I ignored my feelings for twelve years. Then he kissed me when he had his accident.”

Because there was no fucking way I was ever going to stop being with her, loving her, needing her. She was extraordinary.

I took it, then pulled him forward into a hug, choking through the emotion that had resurfaced. “You and me, man.”