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

by Annah Conwell

“Sweetheart, if you win, you can have my Lamborghini.”

She’s like the first snowfall. I know it’s coming, but each year I’m surprised by just how perfect it is.

The only thing I would change is the color of her dress to white and her last name.

🥹🥹🥹😖

When I’m in the grocery store and I see kombucha, she’s there. If I turn on the radio and they play an old One Direction song, I think of how she used to listen to their music on repeat in middle school. When I see snow, I see her in each flake that falls, the dreamy look she always gets on the first snow day. And if I walk into the ice cream aisle, I recall how after her bad breakups she’d turn on A Walk to Remember and cry into a pint of brownie batter ice cream once she thought everyone was asleep. Every childhood memory, every teenage mishap, she was there in some way.

“You’re torturing me, love,”

But as we kiss, it’s clear that Sutton is the only one who fits the mold.