Page 191 of How to Lose at Love

Gag.

My shoulders move up and down. “Guess I do like holdin’ hands.”

And waiting for her after class. And touching her ass in public, and when no one is looking, I like grazing her boobs with my hand and making it look like an accident.

It’s not.

I do that shit on purpose.

Ha!

“So what happens next?” Ryann asks.

“What do you mean?”

“After this football season is over?”

I consider this question. “Once the season is over, the real hard work begins. I do the Combine, then the draft. You can come with me if you want, or take it one day at a time.”

I want her there with me.

Drake and Drew will of course come, along with Duke and Eli, but Ryann—she’s who I want there by my side if she’s willing to put up with my bullshit until then.

“All right.”

I lean in and kiss that simple ‘all right’ into her lips.

“Remind me to send that douche Diego a thank you card, would you? He did me the hugest favor anyone’s ever done.”

“Can I sign it too?”

I nod. “Fuck yes, we’ll sign it together. It’ll be hilarious.”

“What’s it going to say?”

I gaze at the ceiling for inspiration. “Dear Diego, just a quick note to thank you. I thought I was doing you the favor, but the truth is, you might have lost the girl, but I’m the one who found her.”

Ryann raises her brows, surprised at my prose. “Babe! You’re a wordsmith!” She rolls out from under me, hands going to the hem of her T-shirt. Pulls it up over her head. “That is so hot.”

Fuck yeah, it’s hot.

So are my girlfriend’s naked tits when she throws her shirt to the ground and goes for the hemline of mine.

Game.

On.

epilogue

Ryann

Six months later

“Dad,please take it easy. You need tochill.”

My dad is acting like a teenage girl at a boyband concert, laughing at whatever comes out of Dallas’s or the twins’ mouths, smacking them on the back like they’re his teammates and agreeing with every stupid thing they say.

It’s over-the-top.

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