The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

First steps to becoming a stalker: figuring out everything I could about my girl.

Casey Larsen. It would sound even better as Casey Davis. A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. Okay, crazy…

“I can’t believe you’re real, baby girl. You’re perfect.” His words came out like a groan as his hand, rough but careful, traced the curve of my jaw.

“Good, then I’ll be your first and your last, Casey Larsen, and I’ll get to ruin you, baby, starting right fucking now.”

“You don’t get to regret this. You don’t get to regret me. I’ll let you run tonight, but get ready for me, baby. It’s go time tomorrow. You let me taste you. There’s no ending to this story where I don’t get it all.” I gaped at him, because he sounded so serious. “I’m still—I literally just broke up with someone.” “Bullshit. You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.”

Jace shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. It just was annoying freshman year that I never could find you guys when I needed you. So I bought tracking discs for your friendship bracelets and gave them to you…it’s very useful.”

“Well, it’s not breaking in anymore since I have a key,” I corrected him as I pulled into a parking lot a few buildings down from Casey’s dorm. “THAT YOU STOLE AND COPIED.” I winked at him. “I don’t see the problem in that sentence.”

Because if he was going to be my stalker…I wanted to be his stalker, too.