Faking the Play

The plan: Fake date my hunky star QB ex and lose my virginity before college graduation.
Personal foul!

I was so in love with him.

He shattered my heart freshman year and I wrote him out of my life.

This 6 ft. hunk of pure quarterback muscle dives to save me from being run over by a car and he’s back in my life with a proposition.

This deal will benefit both of us, no strings attached.

Until we get, well…attached.

I can’t stop roughing the passer and he can’t stop entering the end zone.

I have to keep my feelings in check.
Run defense for my heart.

We can’t be together.

What happens when faking the play leads to real feelings?