The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all.

Something sparked to life inside me. Like I’d had a dead heart all along, and now it was finally beating. Because of her.

His responding smile was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. I wanted to bask in its warmth. I wanted to see it every day for the rest of my life.

I’d just never thought love would be like that, having to prove that someone is yours.