Until It Was Love (Copper Valley Pounders Rugby, #1)

by Pippa Grant

Or the kind of silence that comes when you get the phone call that your childhood home was eaten by a sharknado.

There’s something about his posture that says I’m squeezing my ass cheeks.

But my body’s reaction to Fletcher’s growled get your hands off my girlfriend? That has me completely off-kilter. There’s some squishy-squishy action happening in my chest. A dash of weakness in my knees. Unexpected thrill in my belly. And some wetness in my panties that does not get better when Fletcher sweeps his bulky, solid arm around me, pulling me against his crisp white shirt and hard body as we hit the edge of the dance floor.

If I’m just fucking enough, maybe she could love me. Or like me enough to pretend to love me. Forever.

But one word slips out of my mouth instead. “Stay.”