Braden put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I looked up to find his soft blue eyes under bent brows, and I couldn’t explain how or why, but just that one look made me release a slow, easy exhale. “Hey,” he said, squeezing where he held me. “Don’t let these clowns get under your skin. Their humor off the field is almost as bad as their game on the field.” That earned him a snort from both the guys. “We want to help,” he said loudly enough to drown them out, and at that, he stood and pinned his roommates with a glare. “And if setting some ground rules will make you feel more comfortable,
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