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Xan scowled and grabbed his empty beer bottle. He didn't even say anything, just skulked away toward the kitchen. We all tolerated the way he cheered for any team playing the Mustangs. Except George, who refused to dampen his pure love for the team.
Go George. Xander's being a child. Hayes combined talent with working his ass off to be drafted a year early *and* still get his degree before training started. Any real friend would be out there cheering every Sunday
Xan was leaning against the kitchen island nursing a new bottle of Fat Tire. He'd never been a big drinker, since he was forever in training, so it niggled at my brain that this was his fourth, and the game wasn't even at halftime yet.
It should. Kid is going to ruin his chances just because he's a jealous shit
And then I put a fingerful of vanilla down my pants.
Girl no
I hadn't even read up on the first kiss yet. Damn it. I called upon my ancestors to bestow upon me natural skill and ability to kiss the daylights out of a girl.
You adorkable sweetheart. You are so screwed.
“No, I mean the best porn to learn how to please a woman.”
For a straight guy? Find something made by lesbians
Xander sneered at me over Willa's head. “Right. Because getting drafted as a junior and running off to play pro, leaving the rest of us high and dry, that's totally not ditching us.”
Dude. That's what once in a generation athletes *do*. They don't hang back--risking injury--when they don't have to
But even as I daydreamed about places like the ice hotel and the northern lights, or the famous mountain hot springs and bath houses in Japan, somehow Hayes was in each of those fantasies with me. Which was unlikely. He had a whole-ass family and a successful football career here in Denver.
Training and games go, what, six months out of the year? Football in autumn and winter, see the world in spring and summer. With a private jet.
What if football wasn't forever? What if, God forbid, I got hurt and couldn't play anymore? Who would I be then?
Hate to break it to you kid, but even if you don't get injured it'll still be temporary. Football is a rough sport, you're not likely to still be playing in ten years
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Willa, I would never betray you like that, and honestly, it fucking hurts that you would even think it. You never would have before you started spending so much time with him.”
Wow. Fuck this gaslighting asshole. Go marry Hayes, the twins would probably jump at calling you their triplet
“That's an understatement,” he muttered, kicking at the ground. “But that's not the worst part. When we were leaving, there was this woman in the parking lot, crying her eyes out. She had this box of kittens and was freaking out about the shelter euthanizing them.”
Your brother is a lying asshole and it's about time you realised it
As I rounded the corner, I spotted the Kingmans taking up all the available space in the waiting room, their faces all drawn with worry.
If you end up writing the once in a generation talent out of football due to injury just so this girl doesn't have to learn how to set basic ass boundaries I am going to lose it
I wanted to be the one to give her that. But how was I going to do that? I was tied to Denver, both by my family and my career.
You get like six months off at a time and you have a private jet. Also your brother is married to a pop star who also has a private jet. Plenty of opportunity to travel the world
“I'm just trying to work out how to make our lives work together.
Private. Jet.
