End Game — Felice Stevens

The first time I see Brody Blink Martin in the locker room, I fall hard. Big blue eyes, ripped abs...let's just say there's a reason the position is called tight end. But I'm Devlin Devil Summers-star quarterback, ladies' man...and closeted. So I look but don't touch.With the National Championship ours, I take a chance and kiss him. And when he kisses me back, I'm winning for the second time that night. From that moment on, we know we're meant to be together.Different teams and schedules can't keep us apart. Ten years later, we're both playing for the Brooklyn Kings. Super Bowl champions. More in love than ever. Still hiding who we are.Then I'm forced to make the decision of a lifetime: Football or love.My end game is both.