The Wrong Game (Love of the Game, #1)

by Kandi Steiner

no sense focusing on the past because you couldn’t change it,

All you could do was ask yourself what you regretted, what you loved, and what you learned. Then, you moved forward.

Something I learned maybe well before I was supposed

to is that trying to be what other people think you should be is a waste of time. Life is too short to be or do or say anything other than exactly what you want. And in the end, no one’s judgment matters, because it’s your life you’re living.” Micah’s shoulders lifted again. “Not theirs.”

“Look, I don’t want you to forget about your past. I don’t want you to run from it, either. I know you’ve been hurt, and I know you’re not completely healed from it yet — and you may never be. Our past has a funny way of becoming part of who we are in the future, and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Without the scars, without the pain, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the times when everything is magical — the days when life is absolute bliss. And trust me when I say that every day I’ve spent with you has been just that — magic.”

“This time, I want the real thing. No more practice. Let’s play for keeps.” Zach smiled, lowering his lips to mine and pausing right when they touched. “I always was.” And then, he kissed me.

I grabbed Zach’s hand, squeezing it as our eyes met. And that’s when I realized that it was the same for us. We were in it together, no matter what was to come, and we would fight for the win. For each other. Until the last whistle blew.