Chance for the Win (Love and Gridiron Book 1) by Zach Jenkins

Author:Zach Jenkins
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Gay Romance, Contemporary, Kindle Unlimited, Fiction, Romance, Lgbt, New Adult & College, Sports
Published: 2015-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chance

I sleepwalked through the days. Friends thought I was sick. The coaches sent me to the team doctors, but they couldn't find anything wrong.

The injuries to my heart were not the kind that showed up on X-rays.

We lost three games in a row with me throwing five interceptions in those games. We had lost by three, four, and three points, which made it very easy for me, and all the fans, to blame the losses squarely on me.

We were right, too. My mood and lack of focus was costing us games.

"How do we fix this?"

My head coach was big on us players being able to fix our own shit. He constantly reminded us that he wasn't our parent and he didn't go on the field and run the plays himself.

"It looks like it's something between your ears. What's your plan?"

"Maybe I should take a week or two off. Let the backup have a shot."

Leaning back in his chair, my coach looked at me like I had pooped on his desk. "We don't pay you millions so you can cower on the bench 'finding yourself.' You'll be on the field. What are you going to do to get us winning games again?"

His words hurt because I knew I was letting the team down.

"Coach, my job is to throw the fucking ball around. I'm going to keep throwing the ball around until you tell me I'm not allowed to anymore. Now, if that's all, I'm going to go home, play with my son, and pretend football doesn't exist until the game tomorrow."

I slammed the door shut behind me, silencing any reply the coach might have made.

***

The next week didn't go any better. Down 24-21 in the fourth quarter, the coach called a quick pass to the sideline. As I stepped up behind the center, I surveyed the defense. For some reason, I noticed the bright lights and the dark sky above the stadium.

For the first time ever while I was on the field, I didn't want all of the attention. All of the screaming fans and the cameras recording my plays grated on my nerves. If it wasn't for all of the prying eyes, I wouldn't have lost Manny.

I just wanted a quiet night with him in my arms. I would have given away the money and fame for one night with Manny.

"Pay attention, Chance. Call the snap count," the center shouted, looking at me from between his legs.

I tried to shake Manny from my head and started calling out the numbers for the play, forgot them for a second, finished and finally felt the football in my hands.

Footballs calmed me. I used to spend nearly my entire summers as a kid with a football in my hands. I knew their feel better than almost anything else in the world.

Right now, though, I barely felt the football. Instead, my hands felt Manny's chest hair. After we used to have sex, I liked to rub my hand through that hair while we would tell each other stories about our childhoods.

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