Touchdown Baby

My coach father asked me not to date his footballers. So, I’ll focus on my theatre degree instead.

Enter, Junior Morgan. The quarterback.
Exit, my clothes.

We have to end this, but walking away isn’t easy. Not with Junior’s kiss on my lips. His hand caressing mine. His baby inside of me.

Congratulations, quarterback. You scored.
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