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

by Chelsea Curto

A smile—the tiniest, faintest smile I’ve ever seen—pulls at her lips, and I’m the proudest motherfucker in the world. I want to set off a confetti cannon. Hang a banner from the rafters of the Civic Center that says I MADE EMERSON HARTWELL SMILE. Put it on a T-shirt and wear it around town.

I’ve always considered myself a feminist, but there’s something so goddamn sexy about a man in a backwards hat that has me ready to drop to my knees for the patriarchy.

“Do you think this place has olives?” “If they don’t, I brought some.” Maverick digs around his black coat and pulls out a glass jar.

are you kidding me ???

“Flying to see my girlfriend isn’t a chore, Emmy girl. It’s a privilege, and just more nice things you deserve.”

There’s a cheer behind me, and all the Stars players are skating toward us. Hudson blasts a confetti cannon and Grant holds up a shirt that says she said yes to the biggest dick in the world!

i laughed so abruptly i woke my cats up