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“You broke the rules, and so did she. The last thing I need is the NFL complaining to me about workplace misconduct and inappropriate relationships happening under my nose. Again. Jesus Christ. Right before the fucking Super Bowl. I swear to God. If I have to bench you because you can’t keep your dick in your pants, I will actually murder you.”

Shawn to Dallas

“I’m not happy with you. I’m really fucking pissed. There are plenty of women out there. Nice ones, who aren’t eight years younger than you and my goddamn goddaughter.”…
He watches me for a beat then sighs. “Now that I know this is going on, I have to handle it like I would any other player having a relationship with someone on the team.”

Shawn to Dallas
Trouble

Shawn- “You were supposed to stay away from her,” he yells, and my ears ring.
Dallas- “I fucking love her,” I yell back, and the tunnel turns silent. Everyone stares at me—my teammates and their families celebrating the wins. The reporter waiting to interview Shawn. Reid, who is live streaming our celebrations to god knows how many social media channels. Paul, the locker room security guard, who grins at me

“Yes,” I say. I lift my chin and keep my gaze on Shawn. “Yes, it’s her necklace, and yes, I’m sleeping with her.”

Dallas tells Shawn the truth

Dallas- There’s no better QB in the league, and I’m weirdly attracted to your right arm.
Jett- That’s how I feel about your right foot. We’ve still got work to do, though.

QB & Kicker 🏈

“Great win, boys,” I shout. “We’re going to the fucking Super Bowl.” 🏈

“And I think a lot of the time, people get caught up in the ever after part of being happy. What’s wrong with just being happy right here, right now? None of us can control the future…”

Lacey to Maven

Maggie & Lacey figured out what’s going on between Maven & Dallas
Aidan & Shawn don’t know
Maven admits things at dinner with the girls

“I think you’re every one of my fantasies put together,” I say, and I rest my forehead against hers. I try to take a deep breath, but it feels like there’s dust in my lungs. “You really were made for me.”

Dallas to Maven

“Oh, shit,” someone says from a couple stalls down.
“Hot damn. I guess we’re really celebrating,” someone else adds.
“I bet it’s Bellamy. He’s got a new girl, and they can’t keep their hands to themselves.”
“Should we leave? Let them have their fun?”
“No way. Maybe this is part of the fun.”

His teammates hear them in the shower