Jodi Oliver

And Alex?
Now that’s a name I haven’t moaned before.

I’m still in love with the idea of love, so it’s hard for me to go into something without hoping it ends up in forever.

I can’t remember the last time anyone new has given a shit about me.
And that’s really fucking sad.

Blaine Olsen might be trouble, but he might be the best kind of trouble.

I would burn the world for him and walk right into the flames.

“I don’t fucking like you wearing another man’s jersey.”
“And why is that?” I know he’s baiting me.
“I want you to wear my name because you’re mine. I want everyone in here to know you’re here with me. For me.”

Just playing my favorite sport with my brother is the biggest award for me; everything else is a bonus.
And playing my favorite sport with my favorite guy watching me in the crowd makes me feel like the king of the fucking universe.

Am I falling for him?
The thought doesn’t make me feel as anxious as it once would have. If anything, it makes my chest warm.

“I need you naked,” he demands.
I simply nod.
Because I’m unable to deny the most amazing man I’ve ever met anything he wants.
Maybe I’m already way past falling.