Curvy Girls Can't Date Quarterbacks (The Curvy Girls Club, #1)

by Kelsie Stelting

“You don’t need to make excuses for why you don’t deserve as good as Merritt has in life. Everyone’s different. That doesn’t mean less.”

“What’s your favorite thing you’ve ever taken a photo of?” His hazel eyes caught mine, dark in the fire, and all the energy there transferred to me as he said, “You.”

“No, can't you see?” I asked, looking toward the ground. “I made art. Sometimes, the most beautiful things are broken.”

I was more than happy to oblige. I knelt in front of the bleacher railing, kissing his perfect lips. Everyone around us cheered, and he said softly so only I could hear him, “Now, that's how you wish someone good luck.”

“Rory,” Beckett yelled back, handing me a glass with fizzing brown liquid. “She your girl?” the other asked, not letting it rest. Beckett’s eyes trailed my body. “If she’ll have me.”

Zara’s eyes were wide. “Did you see Beckett tackle Vance?” Ginger nodded. “He totally defended your honor.” “He shouldn’t have to defend my honor!” I yelled, my voice echoing off brick walls. “He should be out, dancing, having fun, not tormented for being seen with someone like me. I told you. Merritt told me.” I gestured at my clothes. “You can put lipstick on a pig, but it—” “Stop it right there.” Beckett’s voice rang through the night air. Ignoring the other girls’ shocked expressions, he stepped right up to me, face to face. “Don’t you ever talk about yourself like that.” His voice was hard—angry like the welt swelling on his eyebrow.

“I wish this could last forever,” I breathed against his lips. Beckett rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. “Some moments are too perfect for photos. They have to be lived.”