Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“Stop you’re makin me blush,” he demurs, ducking his head.
“It’s true.” I eat an olive.
“Things would have been simpler if he would have stayed out of it.”
Also true.
As the night unfolds, we talk and laugh, our words carrying the weight of shared feelings. With every passing moment, I can feel the connection between us growing stronger, the bond deepening in the midst of this enchanting setting.
How could it not?
And then Drew produces a small box from his pocket. My heart races as he opens it, revealing a delicate gold necklace. From it hangs a tiny star pendant with a small diamond in the center.
“I know it might sound cheesy,” he says with a self-deprecating smile, “but, um…” He clears his throat. “Every time you look at this, or put it on, I want you to remember this night, these stars, the…” His voice cracks. “Baby. And how much I care about you.”
Tears gather in my eyes as I take the box from him with trembling fingers.
“Drew, I don’t know what to say,” I whisper.
He stands, coming around to my side of the table, standing behind me and reaching for the necklace with trembling hands. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I mean every word.”
At this moment, beneath the stars and surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight, Drew Colter—the boy of my dreams—fastens the gold chain as I lift my hair.
It hangs, resting at a spot on my neck where my pulse beats, and I touch it, knowing that I will probably never take it off.
“Tess Donahue?”
My pulse quickens. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
Oh my god, why am I so emotional! Seriously!
“Yes!”
Duh.
“I’ve literally been waiting for you to ask me that since I was eleven years old.”
The End…
is just the beginning.
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Chapter 1
Dallas
“The best way to start a relationship is not to start one at all.”
– Dallas Colter
“I don’t mean to sound like a cynic, but why are you datin’ her to begin with?”
With my foot up on the locker room bench—the one directly in front of my cubby—I glance over at my teammate Diego, who’s standing beside me, his hands poised to grab the padding around his shoulders. He’s keen to spill his guts about some girl he’s dating, something about breaking up with her and blah blah fucking blah I don’t have time for his bellyaching.
His face is scrunched up like he didn’t understand the question.
“Why am I dating her to begin with?” He shrugs. “I dunno. I thought we’d have a ton of sex and it would be more fun.”
“Fun? Banging the same chick all the time?”
Honestly, I’m not banging anyone at all, so it’s not as if I have any room to talk.
But still.
That’s beside the point.
I finish tying my sneakers, then rise to my full height. Smack Diego on his uniform chest plate with a smirk.
“I said I thought we’d have tons of sex—I didn’t say we were having tons of sex.”
“And how’s that workin’ out for you? Your dick fall off yet?”
“It’s not working out.” He pulls at the waistband of his shorts and takes a look down the front. “And no, it hasn’t.”
“Why ain’t it workin’ out?”
Diego follows me to the drinking fountain where I intend to fill up my water bottle. He’s like a stray puppy who’s lost his way—or a pestering fly that won’t quit dive-bombing me.
Too bad I can’t swat the bastard away.
“There’s no chemistry.”
That sounds like a him problem, not a Dallas problem.
Still, I humor the guy, raising a brow, feigning interest. “Shouldn’t you have realized there was no chemistry after your first date?”
I’m no expert, but that part seems obvious.
“How the hell should I know? I’ve never had a girlfriend before!” His voice has risen an octave, panic across his brow.
“You’ve never had a girlfriend before?”
“No.”
Now why on earth does this fact surprise me? It shouldn’t. Lots of my teammates haven’t had relationships. Being a serious athlete doesn’t leave much downtime, let alone time for dating.
Fucking, yes.
Dating, no.
“Yeah, me neither.” I scowl at him because he hasn’t left my side and insists on breathing down my neck. “How long have the two of y’all been together?”
“Two months.”
Two months? Is he being serious? That’s not a relationship. That’s…that’s…dating. Or ‘seeing each other’, as some people say.
I squint over at him. “And you’re sure she’s your girlfriend? That doesn’t seem like an awful long time. I got eggs in my fridge older than that.”
“You have eggs older than that? That’s actually disgusting.” Diego laughs, watching as I fill my water bottle.
I roll my eyes. “It was a metaphor.”