Status Updates From The Wrong Quarterback: A Fo...

The tragic backstory feels a bit more tolerable than those in The Pucking Wrong series.

I walked to our bedroom, the sheets still messed up from where I’d f*cked Casey before practice. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing her in. I loved that she was everywhere now. That every part of our house smelled like her. I hadn’t known what this place had been missing, but now I realized it’s what every place would have been missing my entire life. Her.

Parker led me away from his friends, holding my hand the entire time down the hall, not releasing it even as he unlocked Matty’s door. “You can’t go in with me to the bathroom,” I told him…and a hint of a blush appeared on his cheeks. “I know that,” he scoffed. I raised an eyebrow…because did he? “I’ll wait right here,” he said dramatically…as if it was a hardship.

Talk about a walking red flag named Parker Davis…..🥵