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

by Chelsea Curto

When I’m in Maverick’s arms, I think I’ve finally put my feet on the ground. I think I’ve found someone who might help heal that loneliness that’s followed me for years.

Love. Love, love, love. I think I might love him a little bit. A whole lot, actually, and I don’t know when that happened.

I don’t think I ever stood a chance with Maverick, though. It was inevitable right from the start. Oh, god. This is terrible. Horrific. Possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Love. I love her? The blood drains from my face and I pinch the bridge of my nose. Oh, god. I love her. I fucking love her. I love her, and I’d do anything for her. There’s no way she loves me back, is there?

“You are enough,” Maverick says. “You are more than enough, and you’re so far out of my league, it’s not even funny. I… you…” He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “Every day I’m going to show you just how enough you are.” “And I’m going to show you every day how wanted you are,” I say softly. “How wanted you are for being you, not your paycheck or your stat line. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Maverick.”

It seems so insignificant, because what I feel for her is bigger than the sky. The whole fucking planet. You could go all the way to outer space and there still wouldn’t be enough ways to show her how much I adore her.