Blind Side is a sweet, fake dating college romance. Clay is a sophomore in college and plays football, he's recently been dumped by his high school sweetheart and wants to get her back. Giana is also a sophomore in college who works as the media person for the college football team. Giana is a little socially awkward and has never had a boyfriend. When Clay notices that Giana has crush on a local college musician, he decides to make her an offer, they fake date and each get the person they want. Only neither of them realized that they would both develop feelings for each other. Clay was super sweet and I loved his character, I loved how even when they were fake dating and he was trying to get another guy to notice Giana, he got jealous. I mean I do have a weakness for a jealous possessive guy. I would give this book 4 stars!
Favorite Excerpt:
“I want you to be happy, Giana,” he continued, voice ragged. “Maybe more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. And if he’s what makes you happy? I’ll leave. Right now.” His gaze snapped to mine. “We can publicly break up and you can have what you want. I will walk away. I will leave you be. I will sincerely, with all my heart, wish nothing but the very best for you as I let you go.”
I struggled with my next breath at the thought, at all of it being over.
Clay stood then, slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he did.
“But that’s not what I want,” he continued, testing the space between us. “And it hasn’t been for a while now, no matter how I tried to fight it.”
The bitter breeze did nothing to cool my steaming cheeks as Clay took another tentative step toward me, but he didn’t close all the space. He didn’t reach for me, didn’t touch me, didn’t dare take the control he was granting to me.
“I want you,” he declared, and the admission must have pained him as much as it elated me. His brows bent together, nose flaring like he was laying himself down at my feet and handing me a sword, not knowing if I’d ask him to stand again or cut his head off. “I want you,” he repeated on a raspy breath. “And I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
I nearly sobbed when those words danced into the shell of my ear, when I realized every aching rip of my heart was one he’d felt, too.
It was real.
All of it was real. And the only way I knew how to tell him that was with my hands sliding up his chest, arms wrapping around his neck, and toes pressing against the sidewalk until I could meld my mouth with his.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
And then I was raked into his arms.
★★★★☆
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