“Hell yes…”

He smiled and stood to his feet, pulling me close and kissing me like only he could.

My back hit the wall in between breaths, and he tightened his grip on my waist.

“Was there any reason why you’ve made the past few days difficult?” he asked, giving me a chance to breathe. “Were you wavering on giving me a second chance?”

“Not at all.”

“That’s what it felt like,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “I was prepared to go through my entire list of romance scenes.”

“How many did you have?”

“Twenty.” He smiled. “Then again, I wanted to go through at least a hundred before attempting the one from today.”

“Deep down, I think you’ve always loved that movie.”

“Then you need to think again.”

We both laughed.

“I wasn’t trying to make things difficult,” I said. “I honestly would’ve taken you back when you asked me while I was on the tarmac.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I was waiting until you asked me on a Wednesday.”

 

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The End

Epilogue

One Year Later

Boston, Massachusetts

I signed my name on the new lease for a beautiful glass building downtown. Set on the corner of Fifth and Turner Avenue, it overlooked the stadium where Kyle played every Sunday.

Unlike the other media giants in the country, I allowed everyone on my team to cover the sport that they were most passionate about.

I never required double bylines and I made sure that every person was writing their own articles.

“An order for a Miss Johnson?” A deliveryman suddenly stepped into the lobby.

“That’s me.” I motioned him over so I could sign for the large green box.

When he was gone, I tore off the paper and found a single sheet.

 

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I laughed and called Kyle.

“Yes, Court?” he answered on the first ring.

“The playoffs haven’t even started,” I said. “I can’t write the headlines this early, and they’re a bit too inappropriate for me to publish.”

“Is it because of the word ‘orgasms’?”

“It’s because I’m not a fortuneteller, and I can’t predict who is actually going to win the game.”

“Well, I do,” he said. “And I’m trying to save you some time, since there won’t be much time for you to write when I’m finished.”

“Are you still coming to help me christen a few surfaces before your final practice tonight?”

“Of course.” There was a smile in his voice. “I’m in the garage now. Let me up.”

“Twenty minutes.”

“You can recover for as long as you need to …”

 

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The End, Again

Personal Note + Thank You

Dear Awesome Reader,

Thank you so much for reading Courtney and Kyle’s romance!

If I haven’t told you before, this series takes place at my alma mater, The University of Pittsburgh.

And OMG, I miss that place so much!

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and walk down Atwood Street for some late-night wings at Mad Mex, grab some coffee at “The Pete,” or experience my first “Pittsburgh salad” at Eat’n Park all over again. (Yes, fries on top of salad is a real thing. It shocked me, too.)

Just like Courtney, I lost my father during my freshman year of college in 2007. He was murdered on a beautiful, bright blue day, and the memory of getting that phone call outside the Cathedral of Learning still crosses my mind.

Time has healed some of the wounds but writing my way through it has helped even more. So, thank you for helping me heal a little part of myself by reading this story.

Thank you so damn much.

On a happier note, I’m looking forward to sharing On a Thursday with you. It’s hilarious from start to finish.

Now, if you’re new to me, you should know that I tend to release things randomly, so there’s no date as of yet, but I’ll share it with you the moment I know.

Up next, I have a few flirty and fun novellas, and then I’m jumping into some filthy, sexy, and (super fun) novels.

F.L.Y.

(Effin Love You)

Whit

P.S.—Hail to Pitt! (Had to say it one last time.)

P.S.S.—If you SUPER loved this story, please leave a review on Amazon to let other readers know!

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I'm not saying all of this because I'm f-cking jealous, or because he had the audacity to say that he makes more money than me. (I still can't find his name on the Forbes 500 list, and I know damn well that he's renting that Ferrari, but that's a story for a different day.)

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I'm not asking for too much...I just want you to break up with him, for me.

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