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

by Kandi Steiner

smirked, clicking back over to the app and taking a screen shot of my next date’s profile — Benjamin. Then, I sent that screenshot to Zach. - Meet Ben, real round number one.

MEAN

That was how powerful love was. It could save you, could help you live for the first time, see the world in a new way — but it could also knock you to the ground, the force so blunt you never forget the way it felt to fall.

Failed love built walls, but it was our choice whether we decided to hide behind them, or sit on top of them, waiting for someone to come along who could knock them down.

“Well, my dad would always say that we needed to leave our camp site in the same or better condition than what we found it in. I think dating is kind of like that, too. No matter what, I want us both to walk away from this in better condition than we walked into it — if we have to walk away at all.” He paused. “But, if I’m being honest… I hope that isn’t the case.”

“I love when you do that,” he whispered. “Do what?” “Exist.”