Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

“So, as it’s been mentioned, your contract does have expectations that might be pretty different than what you were used to with your last team. Many minor league sports have found a happy marriage between athleticism and entertainment.” I’ve been trying to make the term athlentertainment catch on. But like the word fetch, it’s never gonna happen.

Barbie life in the dream house anyone????

Dear door, I was wrong to reprimand and criticize you. You have given me this beautiful gift, and I shall forever be grateful.

“So many six packs, so little time.”

And as I fall asleep in the empty darkness of my hotel room, my screen lights up again and again with reminders that someone in this world actually cares about me. Even if I don’t deserve it.

I follow Felix through the open concept living area, with tasteful throw rugs, a comfortable seating area, and an entire wall lined with bookshelves. There’s even one of those ladders on wheels. “What are the library hours?” I ask. “And do I need to apply for a card?” Felix smiles. “My library is your library. But no dog-earing pages or breaking of spines.”

“But what if he wants to kiss me?” I whisper too quickly for Mia to interrupt. “If he does, and you want to, then do it.” Mia shrugs. “If not, don’t. And you have nothing to feel weird or ashamed about. You’ve waited this long; you can wait for it to mean whatever you want it to mean. Or you can decide to heck with it and kiss the hot hockey player just for fun. Your lips. Your choice.”

he smirked (like he knew just what I was thinking), twirled me expertly (like this is something he does all the time), and then proceeded to show off his moves (like his life depended on it). And let me tell you—the man has moves. His hips? They don’t lie. His feet? Not guilty, because they have got serious rhythm. His groove thing? Thoroughly shaken.

And now I’m confused and sleeping on her couch with a FOMS (feline of monstrous size) kneading me with his needle claws.

“Maybe it’s not too much. Maybe you’ve just grown used to not enough.”

Amen. Green flag on the play Ladies!!

They’ve been running a poll on our couple name. Pogan is in the lead, though I’m a fan of Larker.