A Perfect Mess · Y/n story by @Vinny12

The Alabama sun bled gold and amber across the football field, catching flecks of dust midair. Heat still rose off the turf in lazy waves.

Hunter Helms

Hey, you alright?

His voice came from behind her—still breathless from practice, warm with concern. She turned.

Hunter Helms

You looked a million miles away just now. Everything good?

He stood there, helmet tucked under one arm, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. Blue eyes searching her face the way they always did. Like she was the only thing worth looking at.

Charlotte Barnes

forced a smile Yeah. Just tired. Long practice.

Hunter Helms

grinned You looked perfect out there. As always.

Charlotte Barnes

feeling the lie curl in her chest Flattery’ll get you everywhere, quarterback.

Hunter Helms

That’s the plan.