Chicago Grizzlies

Miles Cavanaugh is moving into "The Den"-a notorious four-flat apartment complex in Chicago with two of his new teammates from the Chicago Grizzlies. The Den is known for the number of women who come and go, but as the three bachelors start their new season, they get their first inkling that things are starting to change.

I love him. I loathe him. It's like plucking daisy petals in my head, but he'll never know. When Miles Cavanaugh, the best safety in the league, was traded to the Chicago Grizzlies football team last year, I could finally breathe. Temptation was miles away. How naïve to think it would end there because when the opportunity to write for a national magazine based in Chicago lands in my lap months later, I can't turn it down. Sure, it's a big city, but the sexual energy feels like a beacon between us the minute my plane lands. To make matters worse, I end up having to take over the job of reporting exclusively on the Chicago Grizzlies. Which means traveling with the team, interviewing players, and pretty much having an all-access pass to their lives during the season. Miles and I put up a great front, quickly hating on one another, but we both know it's a lie. We also know the rules are simple. For me, don't sleep with the subject of your articles. For him, don't sleep with the journalist who can make or break your career. I thought straight-laced Miles Cavanaugh followed all the rules... oh how wrong I was.

Do it. Don't do it. Never in my life did I think I'd wager in my head whether to sleep with Chicago Grizzlies wide receiver, Damon Siska. He's the perfect package-hot body, killer smile, and flirts like he earned a doctorate in it. But anyone who reads gossip blogs knows he is looking for one amazing night and nothing more. I'm not the usual type of woman he beds. I'm a middle school teacher who cherishes her quiet nights in, drinking wine, and watching romantic comedies, dreaming I'm the heroine. I'm not embarrassed to admit-I want the fairy tale. But Damon caught me at a weak moment. Fresh off a break-up and feeling lousy about myself, I gave into temptation and left the next morning like every other woman he'd slept with. Except I walked away with more than just the memories when three weeks later the little white stick glowed with two pink lines.

I want to. I can't. I've been friends with Cooper Rice from the moment we met. He was just as famous a decade ago on our college campus as he is now being the star quarterback for the Chicago Grizzlies. But he's not only talented on the field, he's also the gorgeous football star women fawn over, posing in underwear and razor ads. Here's a secret those women don't know-Cooper Rice isn't a playboy. He's the kind of man who wants to settle down with a family. He's content ordering pizza and massaging my feet after my long shift as an emergency room doctor. He listens to me as if he's as invested as I am in my patients. He has never let me down. This is exactly why I refuse to live without Cooper in my life. Eight years ago, I made him promise me that we'd never cross that line. And just like I knew Cooper would, he's held to that promise. Despite our best efforts, our relationship is evolving, shifting into new territory and I find myself unsure if I want Cooper to keep that promise. Ignoring the obvious could tear us apart, but so could giving in, meaning there's a chance I'll lose Cooper forever no matter what decision I make.