Page 16 of The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“Congratulations, QB One.” Fixing my mouth over his, I kissed him. Jason groaned against my lips, tangling his tongue with mine and sliding his hands into my hair.

“Fuck, babe, no win will ever taste as good as this.”

His words made my heart swell, even if I knew he was just caught up in the moment.

Because for as much as I wanted to believe I came before football... part of me wasn’t so sure.

Felicity

I woke up alone, again. It was the third morning in a row. Jason seemed to spend every spare second he had in the gym, or with his coaches, or cramming in extra study hours so he didn’t fall behind in his classes.

The Quakers were on a winning streak and no one wanted to lose momentum.

Grabbing my cell off the nightstand, I smiled at the text message from Jason, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes.

It never did these days.

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QB#1: Sorry... I know I promised to be there this morning, but the guys texted wanting to get an hour at the gym before classes. Everyone is feeling tense about the game Friday.

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Me: Go do your thing. I can’t wait until tonight xo

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Wednesday night was always date night. We didn’t always go out, but we always cleared our schedules for each other. Sometimes we went across the river to hang out with Asher and Mya, sometimes we caught a movie downtown, or sometimes we stayed in and just enjoyed a slice of quiet in our crazy lives.

* * *

QB#1: Tonight? Shit, I told the guys we’d get together to watch the tapes from the game last week.

* * *

My stomach sank. He’d forgotten about date night.

* * *

Me: Oh, okay. Well, I could always use some extra hours studying. We can take a raincheck.

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QB#1: I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

* * *

Me: I know xo

* * *

I did. Jason would strive to lavish me with a romantic meal at our favorite restaurant or a seductive night in, worshipping every inch of my body until I’d forgotten all about his indiscretion.

Except, the further into football season we got, the less time we spent together, and the more my heart ached.

“Whoa, who died?” Darcy chuckled as he greeted me at the coffee shop.

“Huh?” I frowned.