"Feel my heartbeat racing, baby, you're on fire." Miriam Whittaker and Camden Hayes have hated each other since ninth grade (it was really one-sided). Now, Twenty-seven years old, sharp-tongued, and stubborn as ever, their rivalry has survived high school, college, and everything in between. Miriam has her hands full raising her seven-year-old son while building a career as a sports mental health specialist. Camden has always been untouchable - a star wide receiver destined for greatness. But life has a way of humbling even the best: a torn ACL, the loss of his mother, and suddenly... Miriam is his only hope. Now, forced into close proximity, old grudges and buried memories reignite. They can't stand each other, but the fire between them refuses to die. And as Camden leans on Miriam for guidance, they're both forced to confront a truth neither expected: some fires aren't meant to be put out... ©𝐙𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒𝐑𝐈 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Destiny never thought she'd end up tangled in Cam Cade's world. He was her best friend-the one who knew her laugh, her late-night secrets, her fears she never said out loud. But somewhere between sneaking into after-parties and helping him patch up his busted knuckles, the lines blurred. "Come on, Des," Cam grinned, leaning against the wall with that reckless confidence only he could pull off. His shirt clung to his chest, damp from the night's chaos. "Don't tell me you're scared." I rolled my eyes, but my heart wasn't listening. It hammered against my ribs, traitorous, every time his gaze locked with mine. Scared? Of him? Please. Okay... maybe a little. Because I wasn't scared of what he'd do. I was scared of what I wanted him to do. And he knew it. The thing about Cam Cade was, he never played fair. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over my ear, sending shivers straight down my spine. "You trust me, right?" I hated the way my knees weakened at just two words. I hated the way my skin burned for more. We weren't supposed to be more. We weren't supposed to be anything but friends. But tell that to the way his lips lingered just a heartbeat too close to mine. Tell that to the way his hands brushed against me like a spark looking for gasoline. Tell that to my heart-because it already belonged to him.

writing imagines about my favorite WNBA players. because sometimes watching the game isn't enough... so i had to start making stuff up 😌🏀

ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ...

"I ain't just your friend, no, what's the point of lying? Tryna sell a story but ain't nobody buyin'"

(ᴜ-ᴘʜᴏ-ʀɪᴀ) ᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ.

just some images with our favorite nfl player.

𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐍𝐁𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"Why? You already broke my heart once.. I'd be a fool to let you do it again." "We not in college or kids anymore. It's different this time around." ★⁂✫彡 𝐀 𝐉𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂

𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 noun : a state of extreme joy. she was in 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 ever since she met him.