Chapter 5-3

"Of course. It's my favourite football," he grinned. "from my favourite girl." She sat down on the bench beside him, shoving his shoulder with hers. "Because it boosts your ego?" "The best quarterback of all time doesn't need his ego boosted," he teased, as he gently shoved her shoulder in return. Marley scoffed. "Best quarterback of all time? Says who." "You. I'm your favourite." "That doesn't mean you're actually the best of all time." "Yes it does. You know football nearly as well as I do. You've watched dozens of games of professionals. But I'm still your favourite," he twirled the football around his fingers. Aiden was right. In Marley's opinion, he's the most talented quarterback she's ever seen. But does he need to think more of himself than he already does? Absolutely not. So, she snatched the football right from his grip, scrambling from the bench and putting generous distance between them. "I definitely had rose