If You Were Mine

Know what happens when you don't bother dating all through college because you're too busy trying to stay on top of your classes?

I'll give you a little hint...

It starts with the letter V and ends with irginity.

Ding, ding, ding... nailed it.

Well... at least something got nailed because it wasn't me. Just to be clear, it's not like I've been holding out all these years, waiting around for Mr. Perfect to ride in and sweep me off my feet. And I certainly didn't take a sacred vow of chastity. It just kind of happened...or didn't happen, as the case may be.

Know what's even worse than that?

Having the bad boy of the NFL, who also happens to be one of my brother's teammates, offer to take care of that pesky problem for me. Which is laughable because if there's one person I can barely tolerate- it's JT Higgins. He may be amazing on the field but he's even more notorious for his bar brawls, drunken antics, and the women who flock to him in droves. It goes without saying that he's keeping some clinic in business with swab tests and penicillin.

I've had three long years of practice shutting down his every advance. So ignoring him should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

JT was given an ultimatum at the end of last season- clean up his act or get traded.

For some odd reason, my brother has decided to take him under his wing. So now the golden-haired, green-eyed mountain of muscle is around all the time. Sitting across from me during Thursday night family dinners. Knocking on the door and pushing his way inside when I'm babysitting my niece and nephews. Showing up at the shop where I get coffee on my way to school.

If all that weren't bad enough, he has this annoying habit of watching me. What I'd like to know is when his gaze started to feel like a physical caress? It's enough to make me scream. It's also enough to send my pulse skittering and my resolve to the brink of shattering. Because this new and improved JT...the one who doesn't whore around or drink, well- he's more difficult to resist.

Especially when all that sexy attention is focused solely on me.