The Nerd's Playbook
He stood slightly apart from the others, taller than I remembered, broader in the shoulders. His jersey stretched across his chest, white and unforgiving, the bold black number one stamped against his back like a declaration. His hair was darker under the floodlights, curls damp at the edges, enhancing his boyish features. He laughed at something a teammate said, head tipped back, utterly at ease.
My breath caught.
No.
No, no, no.
“That’s Dean?” I whispered faintly.
Hot Chapters