The Crush (The Wolves: A Football Dynasty, #3)

by Karla Sorensen

“No woman should accept a life free of big romantic gestures,” I said. “Especially you, Adaline.”

He spoke against my ear, a delicious rumble that had my eyes fluttering shut. “Go inside, Adaline, unless you want them to see this.”

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Words crowded my throat, things that were far too soon to say. Like I wanted to do this forever, that she was the thing I’d been missing all these years, and I was an idiot for not realizing it sooner. For thinking anything could surpass what it was like to be with her.

“If it’s within my power, Adaline, I’ll always give you what you want.” His eyes locked on the place where his fingers tangled in my hair. “No matter what it is.”

One of the things I couldn’t change—especially after that night—was that I was in love with Emmett Ward. And I didn’t know what to do about it.

“I am in love with you, Adaline Wilder. And if it is within my power to give you what you want, I’ll do it.”

I wanted to be with her. Wanted to marry her. Have kids with her. Wanted to love her, hold her, kiss her, take her to bed—every fucking day for the rest of my life—because I’d be just as good at that as I was playing this game. Better, actually.