The Golden Goal (More Than a Game, #1)

by Annah Conwell

I know the real her, and even if she wouldn’t believe me, I love that version of her the most.

One day, I hope to have all of it. All of her. I want all her dreams and fears, her sleepy smiles, her sick days, her uncontrollable laughter and her tears. Because I may know Sutton better than any person at this party, but I know there’s so much more to learn. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a lifetime of learning every little quirk and trait of hers.

I’ve known her since we were kids on the playground, and yet each time I see her I’m blown away by her beauty. She’s like the first snowfall. I know it’s coming, but each year I’m surprised by just how perfect it is.

I’m living out my dream. The only thing I would change is the color of her dress to white and her last name.

“Just seeing you in his jersey made me sick.”

“He was my boyfriend, whose jersey was I supposed to wear?”

“M...

“It should have been my name o...

It’s always been her for me, it could only ever be her.