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“No,” she groans.

The top five. Our best sexual encounters. Same person, different person, didn’t matter. It was the overall experience we rated. If someone ever managed to encompass all five spots, which no one ever had, we would know that was our person. The person. Sure, he had to meet other checkpoints as well. It wasn’t solely based on sex.

Carter managed to tick each and every one of those off boxes, too.

“See what I mean?”

Carter blew every experience I’ve ever had out of the water, all in one night. Each one somehow managing to be better than the last. Then to top it off with the fact he’s just an all-around nice guy? I’m stuck in a no-win situation.

If I pursue him, I risk putting both of our careers at risk—mainly mine.

If I don’t? I risk missing out on what could possibly be the one.

“What are you going do to?”

More like what are you going to choose—your career or your heart?

“Nothing. I’m going to do nothing.” I don’t have a choice. It’s better this way. For both of us.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself as I try to sleep and erase the memory of him from my mind.

Chapter6

Carter

Last night was just what I needed.

Correction, Lexie was what I needed. In fact, I needed her so much, my dick is still thanking me for it this morning.

What I hadn’t anticipated was waking up to an empty bed this morning.

Searching the house—nightstand, fridge, bathroom mirror—I couldn’t find a note, almost like she didn’t exist. That the events of last night were nothing more than a figment of my imagination. I would have believed that if it wasn’t for the condom wrappers scattered around my room.

Aside from those, there wasn’t a sign of her. Even worse, no way for me to contact her.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Chase asks as he follows me into the kitchen.

Chase Matthews is not only my teammate, but a damn good friend. He and Landon Sutton, a defensive end our team, took me under their wing the moment I stepped into the locker room. Damn good thing, too, or guys like Green and Rodriguez would have eaten my small-town ass alive.

“Not what… who,” I say grinning like a fucking idiot.

“About damn time,” he teases. “You were turning into a real asshole.”

“Some friend you are.” I would give him shit, but I’m in too good of a mood.

“Who is she?”

Exactly. Who is she and where did she go?

Now, that right there, is the million-dollar question.

Where did she go—and why?

Strange as it may sound, I really felt like we shared a connection… beyond a sexual one. I really thought, given some time, we might actually be something.

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus, man. Aren’t you getting a little old for nameless sex?”

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