Joe Burrow Imagine Novels & Stories

The way my body had reacted before my brain could catch up. He was a damn good kisser. That realization settled heavy in my chest. I swallowed, adjusting myself in my pants and looked back at my phone, thumb drifting lower to the comments. “He plays like Mahomes but on defense too wtf.” “That was straight Mahomes-level instincts.” Patrick Mahomes? I scoffed quietly, rolling my eyes. "That anticipation level is insane. Pure football IQ" "The aura is crazy tho." "Sebastian Burkhart is HIM" And all of the sudden—