Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

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Chapter 27 || So done, Micah Simmons

;sometimes you gotta break into your comfort zone to find out what kind of person you really are

There's something about seeing your girl in the stands, cheering you on with your name and number on her back.

And when we pull off a win, my heart skips a beat when I see Freya bounding across the field, and towards me. Lips pulled up into the brightest smile, her wild curls pulled back in a clip, but those escaped ones frame her face so prettily. 

Dropping my helmet, I open my arms and catch under her ass, scooping her from the ground and into me.

"Oh my god, you were amazing out there!" She gushes into me, pulling back with a grin so full of pride. "Congratulations!"

I'm so overwhelmed with happiness I can't wipe the stupid smile from my face. Diving in, I take her lips with mine, the damn smile still there.

"You and me are celebrating tonight, Teach." I murmur into her neck. "You're all mine."

Tipping her head back, I savour the sight. "I always was."

"Damn right you were." I holler out, making her laugh as I spin her around. "All fucking mine, Freya Costella."

"You're insane, QB." she giggles out.

Insane for anything Freya related.

I'm sure as fuck crazy about this girl, and I don't see that changing any time soon. This woman, this amazing, strong, beautiful, intelligent woman took apart of me I need to live, she can't go anywhere without killing me.

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Two hours, that was the plan, and I made damn sure we stuck to it too.

I wasn't intending on sharing Freya at all tonight but when Don and KQ practically begged her to at least have three beers, she folded and gave me those puppy dog eyes. I folded too.

My eye flit over the mass of dancing bodies at the frat house, quickly, and easily, landing on Freya's laughing face. 

God, she's beautiful.

KQ leans in and whispers in her ear, her eyes hovering over and finding mine, a tug pulls at the corner of her mouth when she nods.

What is he saying to her?

Unsure why, I glance to my right, low and behold, Jesse stands there, his eyes where mine just were. His jaw ticks in a rhythmic pattern, the bottle in his hand strangled, turning his knuckles white.

I frown to myself, and hate the sickening feeling in my stomach. 

My cousin has feelings for the girl I'm in love with.