Prescott Wentworth is my brother's best friend and teammate. We hate each other. But we also can't keep our hands off each other.
The day I met the star wide receiver, he was acting like a grumpy ass, and I was so over big, bulky men messing with my life. He was gorgeous, with wide shoulders, a chiseled jaw hidden behind a week’s worth of scruff, and the meanest glare I've seen in my life. So what if he was injured during a game? At least he's alive, ...
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