I stopped believing in tomorrow a long time ago. Hope is a luxury I can’t afford, and optimism? Yeah, don’t make me laugh.
But now this sexy football player has crashed into my life. He’s trying to convince me to live again, determined to make me believe in crazy things like love and happy endings.
Gia didn’t win me over. I tried to like her, but she just seemed unmatched to Tate’s golden retriever personality. I especially did not like the first time they were together-together. It wasn’t special at all. I got angry at her and never really changed my mind.