The Defender (Gods of the Game, #2)

by Ana Huang

It wasn’t even about the lack of romance in my life; it was about being someone’s priority. Having an anchor. Knowing there was a person out there who would be my first call if shit went down and vice versa.

It was like God had sent her specifically to test me—I mean, us. The team in general.

“Who’s the one who can’t control themself now?” “I never said I could control myself around you.”

“The reason is because I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone. Then I come home to see you sitting there, doing nothing except existing, and I can’t fucking breathe.” His voice was low and taut. “Maybe you were right. I am pissed at you because you can float through the kitchen, making pancakes and cracking jokes, while I’m using every goddamn ounce of willpower not to touch you. That’s why I don’t want to be around you. You’re killing me, and you don’t even know it.”

“I’d lose every single fucking bet in the world if it meant I could be with you.”

I know that’s right

“Does that taste like the kiss of someone who’s lying?”

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