My childhood friend has been swallowed up by muscle. Like, what the hell do they feed him with? Horses?! He is wearing shorts, and his body is all bulging muscles and sheer range. "Isaac..." I say, and I'm positive my eyes are wide. Isaac, on the other hand, only smiles. It's like he has forgotte
"Oh, just making amends... Apologizing for being a dick." I watch Isaac get up on his feet, and then he embraces his tiny mom. It's heartwarming to watch. Michelle is the mom of four sons, and they were always super sweet and huggable—I'm glad that hasn't changed. Michelle smiles at her son after
Isaac I can't believe my childhood friend is here, back in the flesh. I've missed Lynn a lot, and now I'm almost afraid to let her go with my gaze, terrified she might blow up in smoke. I don't want her to leave me again. It was hard to adjust to a life without my best friend by my side. Even t
"Y-yeah..." I manage to say. "My brothers are more interested in the family's company, and Gabriel spends a lot of time with David, my dad's cousin. The two of them are basically running everything." "I see," she smiles. "But you're happy playing football?" "Yes, I love it," do I sound breathless?
Lynn Two weeks after moving back home, I'm sitting on the football bleachers with Linnea and Natalie. Natalie's dad, Zane, is good friends with my dad. They used to be old teammates back when they played in the NFL. Linnea's dad is dead, but her brother used to play in the NFL too. "It's exciting
I'm not petite, like... My mom is a Latina, and I have curves. I'm not ugly, though, but I get the feeling Isaac would want a small girlfriend. Sure, he calls me tiny, but compared to that blonde? I feel big. What if Isaac wants a more petite woman, like, even his mom is tiny? Isn't it scientifica
Isaac I stare at my reflection, trying to muster the courage needed to tell Lynn I like her more than a friend. We won our game earlier. Countless people are partying downstairs, but I can't go there. I'm not ready. For the billionth time, I point at myself. "You are a brave guy, and you will tel
Oh, I will. I stride forward. There is no space for me on the couch, but I force my way into a corner by lifting Lynn into my lap. She yelps in surprise and leans against me. Magnus glares at me, and I flash him a smirk when Lynn isn't looking. I'm such a lucky guy. Her butt rests on my thighs,