[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE.
*REWRITTEN*
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Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men.
They're manipulative and toxic - her lousy ex taught her that lesson well.
Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despis...
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Hannah
"Do you have any baby mama's?"
Tristan's lips quirked as he kept his eyes on the road.
"No."
"Are you sure?" I could see Bailey narrowing her eyes at him through the rearview mirror.
"Yes."
Given his strict stance on birth control, I didn't doubt his answer. If he had gotten someone pregnant, he wouldn't have abandoned them. He'd have taken responsibility and stepped up as a father. He'd be a great dad; I was sure of that. He was too fun not to be.
For the past hour and a half, as we drove to the festival, Bailey had been quizzing Tristan on anything and everything. Some of her questions were insightful and informative, while the rest were random and uninformative. Like, "If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only bring one type of cheese, what would it be?"
Tristan's answer had been Cheddar — which I never thought he'd choose. So maybe Bailey was onto something with that one.
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your dancing skills?"
Tristan took a moment to think about it. "I'd say a solid eight. I used to compete against my siblings in Just Dance, and I'd smoke their ass every time. The only one who could beat me was my mom."
"So you're competitive?"
"Very. Does Hannah like competitive guys?" He asked her, even though I was sitting right next to him in the passenger seat.
"Hannah finds competitive guys annoying. Especially when they talk about her like she isn't here," I answered, shooting him a faux-annoyed look.
He glanced at me, grinning. "Sorry, babe."
I couldn't help the small smile that fought its way onto my face and looked away, shaking my head slightly.
"What qualities do you like about her the most?" Bailey asked.
I tensed at this question, curious to know the answer. Especially when I believed I had no redeeming qualities as a partner.
"Do you mean her appearance or her personality?"
"Hm... let's go with both, one from each."
"Easy," he smirked, "Her sass and her ass."
Bailey giggled while I groaned, letting my head fall back and hit the headrest. I should have known that would be his answer. What else was there to like about me?
But he continued, surprising me. "I also love how strong she is, and I'm not just talking about her physical strength. She's resilient, hard-working, and disciplined, but she also knows how to have fun — when she lets herself relax. She handles tough situations and comes out stronger, and that's seriously impressive. Plus, she can hold her own; you definitely think twice before messing with her."
