Romans & histoires Fiction Books About Football

"You haven't turned him onto Downton Abbey?" I looked at Killian. "Sorry, dear, I save Downton Abbey for my best girlfriends." "I guess I need to go to the parking lot with Lyle and learn the rules. I don't even know what a downtown abbey is and I have no idea if Rebecca uses it to turn me on or not." My cheeks went red, but Lyle had broken the interrogation spell and we all laughed. Killian drove them back to the stadium and they talked football the entire way. I was wondering if there was a Football for Dummies book. If so, I was buying and reading it at the first opportunity.

I know Jamaal, his threats are always carried out to the extreme. I wasn't comfortable staying in his room, it smelt of him and reminds me every of my encounter with him. I stood up and walked around his room, the neatness of his room still surprises me. A rack full of footballs was at the corner of the room and a little shelf was besides his study table. I walked towards the shelf, I was expecting to see the textbooks we use in school on the shelf, but I saw novels instead. Books by John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Colleen Hoover, James Patterson and Ted Dekker.

"Didn't know the star quarterback was so handy with bandaids." "More than meets the eye with me." He was definitely surprising me at the moment. Most often than not football players were seen as cocky, flirty, playboys, and assholes. Or maybe that was only for those that have read too many teenfic novels. Yet here he was being kind to a complete stranger. I was bracing myself for the flirty comments to start but so far none have come. "Thank you." I whispered. He really didn't have to bring me here and clean me up. He probably had better things to do with his time.