The Striker (Gods of the Game, #1)

by Ana Huang

“If it makes you feel better,” I said. “I prefer Asher to Asher Donovan.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t come for the ice cream.” I came for you.

It wasn’t about what we said or did; it was about what we felt.

No matter where we were or how many people surrounded us, she commanded my attention like a lighthouse in a storm. Bright. Beautiful. Unwavering.

“I’ve been here since day one, darling. I was simply waiting for you to join me.”

“I want to know you better. The good, the bad, and everything in between.”

I was in love with someone who didn’t love himself, and I didn’t know where that left me. Where that left us.

I love you. More than football, more than racing, more than anything else in this universe—Pluto included.”