She's a Texan, born and raised. Football is in our blood.

And I’m yours,” I tell him. “Forever and always and then some.

Do I hear a challenge?” she whispers, “Oh, Carlos. You know I can’t resist a challenge.

Outward appearances mean everything.

I don't want to point out her flaws, but if I see her going on a self-destructive path, isn't it up to me as her friend to stop her?

Feelings can't be a part of this game.

Should I tell him I'm not afraid of being hurt? I'm afraid of not being in control.