The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

To all the girlies who have ever had a man show you his high school highlight tape while trying to convince you that he could have gone pro if he hadn’t blown out his knee senior year.

I wasn’t one to call people profane names often… but what a fucking bitch.

“I’d rather be trapped at the bottom of the ocean without an oxygen tank.” “Why suffocate down there when you could suffocate on my cock instead?”

Man, I hated to admit how good she looked wearing my shoes… and there she was in my head again. This girl was going to be the death of me, I swear.

“You can continue making me the villain in your story all you want, but you’re done being the villain in mine.”

Now, what I hadn’t planned for was the surge of jealousy at her mentioning another person taking my place.

“You know my brain inside and out. In the span of a minute, you can make me feel a rainbow of emotions. You know exactly what makes me tick. You can read my facial expressions like you memorized them a thousand lifetimes ago. So, while you might not know my favorite color or how I take my coffee… you know me. Far better than I’d like to admit.” “Blue.” “What?” “Your favorite color is blue. Light blue to be specific. And you don’t drink coffee, you drink tea. Ginger tea twice in the morning and chamomile once at night. If neither of those are available then you’ll settle for green.”

“It’s brand new… I wouldn’t give you a jersey someone else has worn. You deserve better than that.”

“You’re gorgeous, Mae. More gorgeous than my thoughts from the last seven years led me to believe.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip slowly as he looked me up and down. “Like it or not, I’ll never apologize for admiring how beautiful you are.”