End Game

<p>The first time I see Brody Blink Martin in the locker room I fall hard. </p><p>Big blue eyes ripped abs...let's just say there's a reason the position is called tight end. </p><p>But I'm Devlin Devil Summers-star quarterback ladies' man...and closeted. </p><p>So I look but don't touch.</p><p> </p><p>With the National Championship ours I take a chance and kiss him. </p><p>And when he kisses me back I'm winning for the second time that night. </p><p>From that moment on we know we're meant to be together.</p><p>Different teams and schedules can't keep us apart. </p><p> </p><p>Ten years later we're both playing for the Brooklyn Kings. </p><p>Super Bowl champions. </p><p>More in love than ever. </p><p>Still hiding who we are.</p><p>Then I'm forced to make the decision of a lifetime:</p><p>Football or love.</p><p> </p><p>My end game is both.</p>