Between the Pipes (Offsides #3)

by J.J. Mulder

He looks like he needs to be put back in the oven to cook some more.

“I swear to god, if you ask me if I’ve got a problem with queer people again I’m going to pull over and beat the shit out of you. Not because you’re gay, but because you’re an asshole.”

What the fuck is with you and touching his hair? Be professional.

We can’t all be Troy and Sam

It burns me how much I like him. I like him so fucking much I hate him.

This is abso-fucking-lutely a date.

Please, please, rely on me. Rely on me so much that you never ask me to leave.

Morgan—my tattooed, insolent, and snarky goalie—looks, for the first time since I’ve met him, exactly like an eighteen-year-old kid.

Carter Morgan is like a walking form of birth control. If ever I wanted kids, I would have rethought that stance after meeting him.

“You’d be easy to fall in love with, if I didn’t know what a spectacularly bad idea that would be.”

I must have been a Saint in a previous life, to have been given Anthony in this one.

must have been a Saint in a previous life, to have been given Anthony in this one.