Dirty Player

Dirty Player

She can look at me with those big brown eyes all she likes. I am not interested… anymore.

That’s my first lie.
Finding her lips on another player broke my heart once. I thought she was the one. That was months ago. Fast forward to me being drafted into the NFL and I’m not surprised to see her sniffing around. Damn Jersey Chaser.
Except, now, she’s working for the team as our new physiotherapist. We agree to be professional, putting our relationship and history behind us, and be friends.
Second lie.
Trying to focus on my training ...