Face Off (D.C. Stars, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

“Is Maverick Miller blushing?”

I love a simp

“Pretty sure I wanted to bark when I saw her for the first time,” I

Period

That earns me another half smile from her, and I want to collect them all. Shove them in my pocket and keep them for myself.

Wait why am i gushing for the cutie crush hes getting

Her laugh is loud, and I puff out my chest. Stand a little taller like a smug bastard, because I’m finally getting somewhere with Emerson, and that boosts my pride.

Stop he’s so cute with this crush

“You said you wanted me on my knees.” He drops a kiss to my shin, then kneels on the ground in front of me. “And I’ve always liked being a good boy.”

I. Love. A. Man. Who. Grovels.

“If they don’t, I brought some.” Maverick digs around his black coat and pulls out a glass jar. I stare at the jar then up at him. “Where did you get those? Do you carry olives in your pocket?” “I popped into the bodega on our way here and grabbed some.” “Why would you do that?” “Because I remembered you said you like martinis. Can’t make a good drink without a garnish.”

Are you joking???

“I’m not just saying that so I can slip my hand under your dress later.” “You can, by the way.” “Oh, I’m planning on

I <3 their flirting

“Yup. Five hundred questions, remember? Today is lucky number five hundred.” “You’ve been keeping track?” “What do you think those sticky notes with all those tick marks on the fridge are for?”

Shut up i love him