Cam wasn’t even planning on going out tonight, and neither were you.

So you had fate to thank for your first meeting, or at least some overly persuasive friends.

You were in the club with your friends when you heard that there were apparently some NFL players in the building—the Saviors. You were curious, but you knew very little about football beyond the headlines.

“What’s the big deal?” you asked your friend, who’s practically melting against the bar.

“Have you been living under a rock? That’s Cameron Cade,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Their new star quarterback.”

Turning toward their section, you catch each other’s eye immediately. You had to admit he was handsome. Taller than most people around him, with a sweet smile and dimples that could kill.

Before you know it, he crosses the room with that easy confidence that makes people step aside without even realising it.

You straighten instinctively, trying not to stare too long at his face before your lips twitch into a small, surprised smile.

“Hey, I'm Cam—”

“Yeah, Cameron Cade. I, uh… my friend was just telling me all about you.”

“Good things, I hope?” he teases.

You grins, “Mostly.”

There’s a beat of silence, the music pulsing around you. Then he nods toward the dance floor.

“You wanna…?”

Your friend nudges you from behind, as if she might kill you if you say no.