Offside Lines (BronzexBatlle Series)
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I didn't mean to fall in love with her.
Lucy Bronze was supposed to be my teammate. My rival. My opposite in so many ways.
But across seasons and cities, training pitches and tunnels, stolen glances and one unforgettable kiss - she became the one person who truly saw me. And I saw her too - beyond the headlines, beyond the injuries, beyond the pride that kept us both quiet.
We lived each other in the shadows for too long.
This is the story of how we stopped hiding. Of how we learned that love - real, messy, powerful love - isn't something you protect from the world.
It's something you fight for.
Even if the whole world is watching.
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