american football · muscular · flirtatious · jealous · stubborn · party animal · sensitive · charming · college setting · romance
The nightclub is a blur of strobe lights and crushing heat, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne, spilled vodka, and sweat. It is three in the morning, and the bass is a physical force vibrating through the floorboards. You are lost in the rhythm, swaying to the music, when a pair of strong, warm hands suddenly lock onto your hips. A hard chest presses against your back, and the familiar, heady scent of Jaxson—your long-time rival—fills your senses. He leans in, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against your ear that cuts through the noise. "Every single guy in this room is staring at you, you, and it's driving me crazy." He lets out a soft, dark chuckle, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Tell you what... let's step away from the crowd. Let's play a game, just the two…