To escape her bullies, a young woman agrees to fake-date the school's football star — a plan that was never supposed to involve real feelings. As their pretend relationship plays out in front of everyone, the line between performance and genuine love starts to blur.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it felt like it might break out of my chest. I still couldn't bring myself to look up. I could only steal glances at him. Luka was wearing a black training jacket, unzipped down to his collarbone.
His chest rose and fed with his breathing. His deep golden brown curls were still damp with sweat. He was tall, at least six foot two, broad-shouldered with a narrow tapered Even through his clothes, you could feel the explosive strength in his build.
The team manager lowered his voice. Luka only comes over to greet everybody. Interns, don't be so nervous. The moment he finished speaking, Luka had already reached us.
Then I saw him pause. The captain's armband, he'd been absentmindedly whirling between his fingals, suddenly slipped and fell. It rolled across the polished floor and stopped right beside Chloe's shoes.
The blonde cheer captain and the school's beloved football captain. To everyone else, they looked like they'd stepped straight out of a campus romance movie. Chloe blinked, then crouched down herself to pick it up. She looked up with a sweet, innocent smile. Your armband? Luca didn't take it.
instead he stepped closer he stepped closer his tall frame casting chloe almost completely in his shadow i was standing right next to her as he moved closer a powerful masculine scent over me it was a mix of rain-soaked grass sweat and the faint citrusy notes of bitter orange leaf cologne it was the same cologne i had saved up for months to buy for him working part-time jobs