“I’m flyiiiiing.” I chuckled, throwing my arms out to the side and bracing myself for impact.But it never came.“You caught me,” I said, staring up at intense dark eyes I didn’t think I would ever forget. Because those eyes were my world. Everything I ever wanted. “I will always catch you, Giles.”God, how I wanted to believe him.JASON“THIS IS IT, LADIES. WIN TONIGHT AND THE TITLE IS OURS.” COACH LEVELED US WITH A HARD LOOK.Our win against Cornell last week meant we could be crowned league winners tonight, instead of our last game. And the best fucking part? Cam and Asher were in the crowd, thanks to their teams having bye weeks.“I couldn’t have asked for more from you this season,” he went on. “Losing Lincoln was a blow, but, Jason, son, you rose to the challenge and got the job done.”Everyone cheered, the stamp of their cleats against the floor and the shrill of their hollers rattling inside my chest.“It’s so close we can almost taste it. Penn hasn’t had a season like this in

I’d really done it.“One more drink and then I think we’ll head out,” Felicity said, as if she had a direct line to my thoughts.I fucking hoped she didn’t.Because there were things she didn’t know yet.Decisions I’d made that would affect us both.“We can stay,” I said. There was no pressure here. No guys chanting my name or fans wanting autographs. These guys knew me well enough to keep me grounded, to give me space. And I fucking loved them for it.FELICITY“SO, YOU AND GRIFF?” I WAGGLED MY BROWS AT ELODIE ACROSS THE TABLE.“Are just friends.” She pursed her lips, pretending to finish up the notes she was making.“Friends who spend almost every night together?” My brow arched.“Griff is...” She let out a long breath, tapping her pen against her lip. “He’s complicated.”“Aren’t they all? But the season is over now.” The Quakers had ended with a perfect season, only making their title win all the sweeter.“I’m happy to see where it goes, but I’m not under any illusion it’s the real

My hand slid into my dress slacks pocket, my body vibrating with restless energy. I felt like I’d been standing up there for an hour, not ten minutes. But there was still one person left to thank.Rubbing a hand over my jaw, I forced down the wave of emotion threatening to bring me to my knees. “Before I say goodnight, there’s someone else I need to thank tonight.” My eyes found her down in the audience. “Two years ago, I believed the only way to get to the top was with rigid determination and narrowed focus. I won’t sugarcoat it; I was a bit of an arrogant ass. But then Felicity barreled into my life and showed me it didn’t have to be like that. Love doesn’t make us weak, it makes us strong. Football will always be the dream, always. But what’s a dream without a pretty girl by your side and a future laid out before you?”I left the stand and walked along the far aisle to Felicity. Her eyes widened, filled with fresh tears. “J- Jason, what the hell are you doing?” She pressed a hand t

I kissed him again. “Well, don’t work too hard.”“What do you want to do later? I was thinking we could get dinner at Dukes or we could stay home and Netflix and Chill.” His brows waggled.“Or... we could go to The Hideout for open mic night.”“Yeah?” He frowned. “You enjoyed that?”“What?” I batted his chest. “Faith is on the roster tonight and I want to support her.”“But what about supporting me and my very, very,” he grabbed my hand and cupped it over his morning wood, “real problem?”“You’re insufferable,” I chuckled.“No, I’m just a guy in love with a girl.” Asher nuzzled my neck, sucking and licking.“I know what you’re doing.” I tried to push him away.“I have no idea what you mean.” He sucked harder, making blood rush to the surface, bruising me.“Ash, you’ll make me look like—”“You're mine. I’ll make you look like you're mine.”With a heavy eye roll, I untangled myself from him and climbed out of bed before he could grab me again.“Tell Faith we’ll be there,” he called, jus

Mya slid into his seat and looped her arms around my neck. “What did you think?” “It was... a little harsh.”She reared back, confusion clouding her eyes. “What do you mean?”“Come on, babe. She made Max out to be a complete asshole.”“It wasn’t necessarily about Max.”“It was so about him. She dumped him, and yet she stood up there making it sound like he was some possessive narcissist, which we both know couldn’t be further from the truth.”“Huh. I guess I didn’t think about it like that.”“He wanted more, and Faith freaked.”“It’s just slam poetry, Ash. You don’t need to get so upset over it.”“I’m not upset,” I sighed, running a hand over my head. “I just think it’s a little unfair.”“You know what she’s like.” Mya brushed her nose over mine, stealing a kiss. “She’s all for girl power and independence.”“And making her ex out to sound like a total asshole apparently,” I grumbled.“It’s their business. Who are we to say how someone should or shouldn’t feel? Max was a good guy, but