Cocky Jock Wolf
by Aidy Award
Big Wolf on Campus
He kissed me. He flipping kissed me.
I’d really like to say that I slapped him silly.
But I didn’t. I. Kissed. Him. Back.
What the hell is wrong with me? Ugh.
For being super smart, I’m super dumb.
First off, I should have known better than to go to The Wolves’ Den on a Saturday night after a football game. That’s normally the nights we close the coffee shop up early and I spend a nice quiet night in reading whatever newest release we’ve gotten in for merch sales that week.
Tonight’s was a new sports romance from one of my fave authors. I wouldn’t have even considered entering the devil’s den of iniquities next door if Selena, the coffee shop owner, hadn’t threatened my livelihood.
Now here I was making out with the Dire Wolves’ star quarterback. I might choose books over balls, but I knew who Eli Teagan was.