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Relationships get complicated and complicated screws with my goals.
My goal this year is to win the state championship that slipped through our grips last year. I’ve already signed my letter of intent for Kroydon University and have a full scholarship and promise of the starting quarterback position waiting for me. Pissing off my new tight end before we’ve played a single game is not a goal of mine, and I’m pretty sure that Cooper would lose his shit if I told him that I wanted to date his sister.
Even with telling myself this, I can’t stop myself from getting up when I hear a distinctly feminine voice floating in from the kitchen. Looking around the room, I see Murphy asleep on the couch, still snoring, and no Bash on the other side of the room. I guess he’s in the kitchen with Natalie. I might be an asshole because I’m trying to convince myself that I can’t date Natalie Sinclair, but I sure as hell know that I don’t want one of my best friends to take the choice from me.
Walking into the kitchen, I see Natalie and Bash sitting at the island. She’s wearing the tiniest little shorts and a white tank top. Her golden blonde locks are messy and falling down around her shoulders, framing that gorgeous make up free face. I momentarily picture waking up next to this girl before quickly forcing myself to shake the image from my head. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?”
“Nah, man. I was just grabbing a drink. I’m going to try to crash for a little longer before we have to get up for practice. Night, Nat.” Sebastian rinses his glass and heads back to the couches.
Coming to a stop next to the refrigerator, I lean back against the counter and cross my ankles. “Couldn’t sleep?”
She shakes her head, no. “Nope. Not even a little. I’m not the greatest sleeper to start with, add in the time change and an overactive mind, and I never had a chance. How are you all sleeping on those couches? You guys are huge. It can’t be comfortable.”
“It’s not too bad. Cooper’s up in his room. It’s just the three of us down here tonight. Murphy fucking snores, though. Probably why Bash and I can’t sleep. We’ve been crashing at each other’s houses all summer, which is kinda funny since we all only live five to ten minutes away.” I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of water. “Want one?”
She nods her head again. “Yes, please. I was about to look for Melatonin when I found Sebastian.” Natalie walks over to the cabinet to the left of the sink. From this angle, I can see her stretch onto her toes. Her calf muscles are tightening, her tiny little tank is lifting, showing off those sexy dimples above her tight little ass. Even with her arms stretched high, she is never going to be able to reach the shelf with the vitamins on it.
I walk up behind her to see if she needs any help. My hands itch to touch her skin as the citrusy smell of her hair invades my senses. Leaning down, I whisper, “Can you reach that shelf, Little Sinclair?”
Natalie spins around and lets out a squeak. Her hands go to my chest to steady herself, and the warmth of her body puts me on high alert. It would be so easy to lean down and kiss this girl. I have to remind myself why that’s a bad idea.
Natalie is trying to get her breathing back under control, but I can see that she is as affected as I am. Sighing, her next words come out breathy and unsure. “Come on, QB. It’s Nat or Natalie. None of this Little Sinclair stuff.”
I reach up over her head, and easily grab the bottle she was reaching for. I hand it to her before backing away. “Height has its privileges.”
Forcing myself to back away is harder than it should be.
Natalie’s cheeks are tinged pink. Her eyes meet mine through those long lashes. “Thanks, Brady.”
My hands itch to touch her again, but I know better than that.
“You should try to get some sleep, Nat. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night?”
“Yeah. Cooper said you guys are going to meet us out after dinner with your dad. There is supposed to be a party a few streets over from here. We’ll all be there.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Night, Natalie. Sweet dreams.”
“Night, Brady.”
I’ve never given up on a goal or a plan, and I’m not ready to start now. Staying away from Natalie Sinclair might be my biggest challenge yet.
Shit.
5
Brady
When Cooper and I get out of my Baltic Blue Range Rover five minutes before seven this morning, the thermostat is already reading 95. I can feel the humidity in the air clinging to my skin before practice even starts and know it’s gonna be another hard day.
As the temperature rises throughout the morning, so do the tensions between the team. They all come crashing down when we practice a running play with Darby Stafford in his new position as left tackle. He is next to Cooper, who is also in his new position as tight end, which happened to be Darby’s old position.
I hand the ball off to our running back.
He goes left toward Darby and Coop.
