The Wallflower and the Running Back: An opposites-attract, fake-dating, college football romance by Ginger Scott

Author:Ginger Scott [Scott, Ginger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little Miss Write, LLC
Published: 2024-04-14T00:00:00+00:00

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logan

After all that, she came home with me. I’m not sure what to say after the word vomit I dropped at her feet outside the dean’s house. When she pushed it all to the side and still saw me as someone special, I didn’t know how to handle it.

So I kissed her.

My lips were saying thank you. They were begging her to play along. To stick with me. To let me show her how real this arrangement can be.

We didn’t talk in the truck, other than me asking her if she wanted to stay at my place tonight and her saying yes.

Yes.

Now, here I am in the driveway, truck in park but still idling. My teammates inside and asleep early because they have a game tomorrow. One in which I won’t play. One I’ll watch from the sideline. Where I’ll be expected to help Cam be at his best.

I run my palm over my face and laugh against the heel before resting my wrists on the steering wheel. My head swivels and my gaze hits Rachel’s, her soft smile and hazed eyes toying with seduction. How can I want to do dirty things to someone so sweet? So kind?

“I don’t remember whether I told you this or not, but did you know I asked for you to be my tutor?” My cheek pushes up to the right, a guilty smile forcing me to squint my right eye.

Her mouth puckers, like she’s holding in a laugh, and she shakes her head.

“No. I didn’t know that. My professor told me the administration chose me for the job.” Her voice is raspy.

I nod slowly and drop my half smile.

“Job, huh?” I drop my chin to my chest. That word lands heavy.

“Oh, you’ve been a job all right,” she teases. I glance sideways and quirk a brow. “Real work, Logan Ford. What with your swagger and your perfect hair.”

She unclasps her seat belt and leans across the console, flicking a lock of my hair with her index finger. It flops over my forehead and I quickly push it back in place.

She purses her lips but they hint at a smile as she shakes her head. “Everything is always in its place with you, isn’t it?”

I blink a few times, flitting my gaze down her chest then back up to her eyes. She twisted her hair into two loose braids while we drove, and I want to point out how she likes things in their place too.

“Not always,” I say instead. “I was a bit of a mess tonight. My whole self was kind of out of place.”

She shifts in her seat, leaning in close, and runs her hand along my chest, slipping it inside my shirt, between the buttons.

“I’m always out of place. It’s why I thrive on the edge, just out of the picture. It was nice to have you there with me. And for the record, Tom Sawyer is my favorite book, too.”

I wrap my hand around her wrist and hold it still, dropping my chin a bit and holding her stare.

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