No way. Brittney was everything he’d imagined and more—hot, sweet, sexy, and so responsive to him. But it was more than her body and the way she moved. It was the way he trusted her completely that poured her into his heart, flooding every corner and making him putty in her hands. She loved him. Said it herself at that sweet moment when nothing could go wrong. But a niggling thought scratched at the back of his mind. What if she’d said that to Nash too? Had she also loved him only to be crushed when he walked away the next morning? Stop thinking about him. She didn’t know you back then. You never paid her any attention. You were too into football to notice her. But as much as he tried, it was the only thing he could focus on. What a way to ruin the afterglow of his first time ever—which was a rush of wonderful and more than anything he’d dreamt off. Mother was right to hold off for the right woman—the perfect one.
