The Jock (The Team, #1)

by Tal Bauer

That smile could melt his bones. It was an aw-shucks grin, a grin that said, I’m trouble, with Wes’s head tilted forward, hiding his open-sky eyes.

Wes, the cowboy football player he could have met any other day in Texas, on campus, even, but who he’d met here. In the city of love.

He wasn’t ready to fall in love. But there was this guy named Justin, and it seemed Wes didn’t have a choice in the matter, because he was already on the way.

“You feel like coming home.”

“Every time I see you, every time I think of you, my heart goes wild.” Justin bit down on his lower lip. “You might want to get that looked at. Sounds like it could be serious.” “It is.” He squeezed Justin’s hand, then, quickly, lifted and kissed his fingers. “It’s lifelong.”

“Night, cowboy,” Justin said softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.” “Sleep well,” Wes said. “Sweet dreams.” “They’ll be of you.”