The edge of Tiller’s mouth turned up the barest amount. I glanced up into Tiller Raine’s stormy-gray eyes and tried not to get a stupid crush on a cocky rookie football player which meant I jumped back with a choking grunt sound and almost fell over again. Strong hands grabbed my sides and held me upright. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted, windmilling my arms in an effort not to keel over. I turned and ran right into a delicious-cologne-smelling beast. And hopefully, hopefully touch.īut what happens when our stay in Aster Valley is over and it’s time to return to the real world? Will Coach blow the whistle on our relationship? Or will Tiller admit there might actually be something he loves more than football after all? Universal Link Suddenly, there’s not much to do but look at each other. But resisting the temptation becomes nearly impossible when Tiller Raine and I end up together in a small cabin in a remote Colorado town. I’ve spent years learning to keep my eyes, and my hands, to myself. They’re a bunch of spoiled jocks with more muscles than brains. I’ve learned my lesson about falling for one of my dad’s players. I might fantasize about Mikey at night- every night-but actually touching him would be a serious personal foul.Īnd falling for him? That’s completely out of bounds. And the absolute biggest mistake I could make right now would be to fall for Mikey Vining, my best friend, employee and, more importantly, Coach’s baby boy. As the first openly gay professional football player, I can’t afford to make any mistakes, on or off the field.
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