Connor
"I think you should just talk to him," Edward chuckled as he held onto my hips as I stood in front of him.
We were at his house because the cleaners were in at mine. I wasn't in the mood to pretend like we were the bestest bros in front of them.
It had been about a week since practice had started and we had played our first home game that very weekend. We had won and I had to admit Edward and I being in a relationship made our dynamic on the field so much better.
We understood what each other wanted just by a glance and the universe help anyone who tried to tackle him. I would be on them faster than a nuclear bomb. No one was supposed to touch him. That simple and because of that the difference between us and the opposing team was huge.
