It was supposed to be a quick conversation with a cute boy at the airport while I dodged my ex and his new girlfriend. We weren’t supposed to trade numbers. He wasn’t supposed to be a football player. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to fall for him since he’s attending a college a thousand miles away. I saw past his jersey. And he saw past my last name. Now it’s semester break, and by some Christmas miracle, he’s going to be close. So close. I want to meet him again, but there’s just one problem. My older brother can’t, under any circumstances, find out I’m dating his rival.