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The way Drew moved on that field; the confidence radiating from him was like witnessing a whole different side of him because with me he gives me room to make the decisions, let me seduce him, let me…boss him around a bit.

This was different.

It turned me on.

The Colter Boys were in their element, and suddenly, I got what all the fuss was about. The way he effortlessly caught the ball, calling plays, light on his feet.

The crowd’s cheers.

The adrenaline in the air.

The electric atmosphere.

Every time Drew made a play—or he made one with his brother—excitement rippled through the stadium, and I found myself on my feet screaming with everyone else.

And all this time, he isn’t sure he wants to keep playing the game when it’s clear he was born for this.

They both were.

It made me realize how much passion he pours into everything he does and how he embraces challenges with his whole heart, whether it’s his choice or not.

So, here I am, stuck in this limbo of wanting to tell him how I feel and wanting to pretend things are good. Fine.

It’s like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between taking that leap of faith and retreating to safer ground.

But hey, at least I have my pride, right?

Yeah, like that’s comforting when all I want to do is throw it out the window and let my emotions run wild, which could just be the hormones.

Childhood friend?

Far from it.

Why isn’t there a playbook for this stuff? A step-by-step guide to navigating these feelings without feeling like I’m stumbling through a minefield and fucking everything up in the process.

CHAPTER56

DREW

THE BEST RELATIONSHIP IS THE ONE YOU NEVER EXPECTED TO BE IN.

I’m so fucking tired.

1. Because we were out kind of late last night, considering I had a game today.

2. I’m tired from the game, having taken a few hits I wasn’t counting on.

I know Tess wants to talk to me, but I don’t have the mental bandwidth—not that she’s brought anything up, but we went to sleep tonight not talking after spending a quiet evening in bed, watching TV like a couple of old people who don’t have a life.

Not like two people who are crazy about one another and have just started dating.

Why is this so fucking hard?

Because you got her pregnant before you took her on a proper date, you fucking moron.

She’s entitled to be moody.

Moody.

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