Touchdown Baby: A College Football Romantic Comedy

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by Tabatha Kiss

And I just got into his car.

  I just got into a stranger’s car.

  My stomach clenches.

  He looks at me with one hand on the wheel. The other touches his chin, giving it a simple scratch as he bobs his head toward my car.

  “Car trouble?” he asks with a deep, youthful growl.

  I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. My voice, lost somewhere in the depths of my throat, refuses to do its job.

  “I...” I squeak.

  Leave.

  Get out.

  Run.

  Now.

  “I’m sorry!” I say as I fumble for the knob. “I thought you were someone else.”

  “Wait,” he says, making me pause. “It’s all right. Stay out of the rain.”

  Another bolt of lightning flashes in the sky and I flinch.

  He smiles, that perfect jawline dipping with the most delicious dimples I’ve ever seen.

  Why did I have to flinch like a damn child?

  My cheeks burn. My fingers shake. Still, I say nothing.

  His throat clears. “So, car trouble?” he asks again.

  “Uh...” I find my voice. “Yeah. I think so. I tried to start it and it did that clicking thing.”

  “Sounds like a dead battery. You leave the lights on?”

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, probably. That’s definitely something I’d do.”

  Again, he smiles. “No worries, I’ll give you a jump.”

  “No—!” I shake my head. “No, don’t... don’t trouble yourself. I can get my roommate to do it in the morning.”

  “It’s no trouble.”

  “It’s pouring out there! Really don’t. I’d feel like an asshole — more than I already do.”

  He sits back and laughs. “Then, can I give you a ride home?” he asks.

  I hesitate. I can walk it. It’s not too far. It’s only... on the other side of campus, plus two blocks. And my backpack would get soaked, my sketchbook included. I can’t even describe how much that would ruin this already horribly eventful night.

  Or I can do as my BFF Jenna would do and let the cute boy drive me home.

  I hold my breath, feigning confidence. “Okay,” I squeak.

  He smiles again.

  Dimples for days.

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  ALSO BY TABATHA

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  Touchdown Baby

  First Down Darling

  Home Run Baby

  Bad Boys of Delta Xi

  On His Face

  On His Knees

  The Heartthrobs

  Ego Trip

  Heartthrob Hotel

  Just a Touch

  Just a Kiss

  Just a Fling

  Just a Crush

  Just a King

  Chicago Nights

  Pretty Little Thing

  Pretty Dirty Trick

  Pretty Ever After

  Sweet Cravings

  Muffin Top

  Hot Sauce

  Old Habits

  The Mechanic

  The Milkman

  Stand-alones

  2 in the Pink

  Lumberjack Boss

  I Hate You, Kai Casablancas

  Paranormal & Fantasy Romance

  Death

  Killer Love

  Writing as Tabatha Drake

  Killer Love

  Secret Love

  Tainted Love

  Broken Love

  Mad Love

  Cruel Love

  Endless Love

  The Midwest Diaries

  Writing as Tabatha Drake

  Untouched

  Unbroken

  Undying

  For more, go to TabathaKiss.com

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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