Todos os capítulos de Taming the varsity player : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 126

JAX ​The second my lips pulled away from his, Derek froze, stumbling backward so fast he almost tripped over the barstool. His eyes were wide, staring at me in complete, unadulterated shock. ​"Whoa... whoa, whoa, whoa," Derek stammered, his hands raised in front of his chest. "Oh my God. Oh my God... Jax... you're gay?!" ​I stood there, letting out a long, heavy breath as the weight of the truth finally lifted off my chest. "Yeah... I just found out." ​"You're dating El!" Derek shouted in a hushed, panicked whisper, pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor. "Why didn't you tell her?! When did you find out?! What is actually going on here, Jax?!" ​"I found out a few months ago, okay?!" I blurted out, running both hands over my face in frustration. "I couldn't tell El because I love her! I didn't know how to explain to her that I suddenly haven't been able to be attracted to any female—just guys!" ​Derek stopped pacing, staring at me like I had grown two heads. ​"I've slept

DEREK ​The past few nights in LA had been a complete, chaotic blur. ​One night had turned into two, and two had turned into three—an intoxicating storm of late-night liquor, intense conversations, and mind-numbing heat between the sheets. But as the morning sun flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jax's estate, reality slammed into my chest like a ton of bricks. ​My stomach was tied in knots. Guilt was eating me alive. ​Eloise. ​She was my best friend. She was the person who sent me out here in the first place, trusting me to have her back. And here I was, stabbing her squarely in the spine with her own boyfriend. To make matters worse, my head was spiraling. Did I even actually love Jax? Or was I just intoxicated by the dangerous fantasy of him? Did Jax even love me, or was he just emotionally attached because I was the first guy he'd ever truly opened up to about being gay? ​Jax walked into the bedroom, pulling a fresh white T-shirt over his chest, looking completel

ELOISE​I sat still in front of the vanity mirror as the makeup artist delicately dusted highlighter across my cheekbones.​Looking at my reflection, I could barely recognize the girl staring back at me. I was wearing an exquisite, custom-tailored lace gown that fit like a second skin, floating around me like a dream. But more than the dress, it was the peace in my eyes.​Today was my wedding day.​I was officially twenty-four years old, getting ready to marry Mike Miller—the man of my dreams. The same boy I had been hopelessly, fiercely in love with since I was seventeen.​It was crazy to think about everything that had happened over the last three months. Right after that chaotic, iconic confession dinner in Chicago, Mike and I packed up and moved to New York together. We got a stunning townhouse, adopted a golden retriever puppy, and built a life that felt entirely ours. Mike had officially retired from illegal street racing for good, channeling all his passion into expanding his h