"Dude, where've you been? You're never around anymore." Dylan's gaze flicks to mine before arrowing to the television screen. "What? You think because it's the offseason, you can fuck around on me and I won't notice?"I snort.When I remain silent, he continues, unwilling to drop the conversation. "Seriously, where have you been hiding out?"I run a hand over the top of my fauxhawk. The gesture is a reminder of how much Gia enjoys sliding her fingers through it. As soon as she breaks into my thoughts, need spikes through me.It doesn't matter if I spent the night at her place, I'm already impatient to see her again. No matter how much time we spend together, it's never enough. I want more. Whatever this is coursing through me feels like an addiction. Even if all we do is sit on the couch together while she grades papers and I watch a little TV. Especially when there are sexy glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. I can't resist laying hands on her when she looks like t

"What are you all sad bastard about, Garrison? Someone run over your puppy?" Roan claps me on the back before sliding onto the seat next to me.Instead of responding, I hoist the bottle of beer I've been working on for the last twenty minutes to my lips before taking a long swallow. Not that I thought it would, but it doesn't make the situation better. It doesn't dull the pain like I'd hoped. Even though it's been a few hours, the conversation-because I can't even say it was a fight-continues to churn in my head.I've picked up my phone a dozen times and thought about apologizing for getting bent around the axel. It's not like she wasn't right-I told her that I'd give her time, and we could take things slow.But still...I need more than what she's willing to give. Even though I didn't realize it before, these feelings have been brewing in me for a while.When I remain silent, he lifts a brow.I give him a tight shrug. "Nothing much. Just tired."He nods in understanding. "Ye

He draws away enough for his gaze to lock on mine. Humor sparkles in his gray depths, but there's an underlying seriousness there as well. One that pulls at every fiber of my being.I draw in a breath, finally giving myself permission to say what is already in my heart. "Yeah, I'm your girl."As the quietly spoken admission tumbles from my lips, relief fills me, leaving me to feel lighter. I'm tired of denying what I feel for Liam.I want this man.I want to belong to him.And I want him to belong to me.Before I can blink, he drags me closer so that his mouth can crash onto mine. I don't think twice about opening to him. It doesn't matter if we're in the middle of a crowded bar. There's just Liam.The man I've been trying so damn hard not to fall for.The man I've been fighting my attraction for.The man I've been fighting my feelings for.It's been a losing battle since I first laid eyes on him.I realize there are issues standing in our way, but if they don't matter to Liam,

I shouldn't be sitting here, wrapped up in Liam's arms as if I belong buried in their comforting strength. When we're together like this, I forget all the reasons why this is wrong. My head is so messed up. Untangling myself from him is the last thing I want to do.Part of me thinks I should pull the plug on this relationship and walk away before I get entrenched any deeper. Before I get hurt. But the other half wants to stay burrowed in his arms forever and forget about everything that eats at me during the cold light of day.Somehow, we go from simply embracing to his mouth cruising over the bared column of my neck. The feel of his lips on my flesh makes my breath catch. I must be out of my mind.For goodness' sake, I told him that I needed time to think about our relationship. I should definitely not be letting him lick and kiss my body. When his lips are on me, I find it impossible to hold a coherent thought in my head. His mouth is lethal. He understands the effect it h

It's been five days since I ran into Gia and Coach at the club. Even though I've been tempted to reach out, to understand what the hell all this means, I have a pretty good idea. No one has ever accused me of being dense.With measured movements, I force the weights above my chest before bringing them down again, counting the reps in my head. I try to focus on my lift instead of Gia, but it doesn't work.Nothing I do evicts her from my brain.I don't understand what happened. I was under the impression that she was taking a few days to think about our relationship. Guess I didn't realize that meant dating other people in the interim."Hey, Garrison," Coach B says as he walks into the weight room. "You keeping up with your regiment?" He doesn't wait for a response. "Hard to believe the draft is right around the corner."His chipper voice has me swearing a blue streak under my breath.I've never had a problem with Coach Bauer. The dude is our offensive coordinator. He's damn go