This tight end is at the top of his game.

He's good with his hands, even better with his sexy mouth, and the best at making me forget my own name. His—ahem—stats are perfect.

But I can't fall for him.

He might be everything I want, all rolled into a glorious package of gridiron god, but there's one teeny-tiny problem. The vile, loathsome team I've spent my entire life hating—my beloved school's arch-rival?

This guy is their star player.