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“As soon as possible,” I say.

He laughs and leans in to kiss me softly on the lips. “We’ll just have to be discreet about it.”

“Okay.” I agree, but I would have agreed to anything he said if it meant I could keep kissing him like this.

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I manage to get my erection down and my dick under control most of the day. Periodically, my body reacts to Sawyer’s proximity, especially now that he’s not making an effort to keep a physical distance between us. It's easy to pass it off as two guys just working closely together. No one will know.

Either way, it’s the best day I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve never felt this kind of happiness. This fullness in my heart, like if I died today, there’d be no regrets.

Sawyer is the most incredible person I’ve ever met, alongside Asher. I have no need to compare them. To measure one up against the other to see who’s better. They’re both just . . . everything.

The life I’ve lived here in Iowa these last few months has been filled with more life than the previous twenty-eight years.

I’m happy. And I don’t know what to do with that.

Chapter 29

Asher

Nothing will humble you more than your job.

Returning to school on Monday is exactly the thing I don’t need to burst the bubble Sawyer, Reece and I created for ourselves over the weekend. I can’t go around flaunting this thing between us, I realize. Linksfield High is ‘forgiving’ of my ‘lifestyle’ and the undercurrent from certain teachers has never gone away. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers any more than I need to, so we’ll have to be careful, even if we’re doing nothing wrong.

I exit my car, wondering if it’s showing on my face. My happiness. Gerald will let me know, I’m sure.

“Yo, coach.” Sam catches up with me in the hallway. “You still on the summer camp committee?”

“Sure am. Why?”

“Just checking. Hey, have you seen my Instagram?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t have time, Sam.”

He whips out his phone anyway, scrolling through a whole lot of videos of me on the field, coaching them. Some are old. Others from the sidelines during the last state championship. “Not this again, Sam,” I groan. “I’m married, remember?”

Sam laughs, and his teammates join him from behind. “You all in on this too? I’m not the mascot, ya’ll know that, right?”

Elliot, our wide receiver, pats me on the back. “Every time we post you, we get over a hundred k views. You’re our viral guy, Coach.”

“Yeah, well. I don’t need to see the comments section this time, okay?”

“Wait, wait. Here’s a good one,” Sam bellows, and I know what’s coming.

“‘Can Coach Cameron bite his lip again? I was busy giving my toaster a bath, so I missed it’.”

Elliot grabs the phone, howling with laughter. “Hey, here’s another one: ‘Okay, but *how* married is he?’”

I shove him playfully. “Get to class.”

The boys cackle all the way down the hall, yelling, “You’re the best, Coach.”

“Don’t know what those boys would do without you,” Principal Watson says, falling in step. We make our way to the teacher’s lounge. “Especially Sam.”

“Yeah. They’re all good kids. They just need someone to believe in them.”

“Sam’s mom is coming up on one year sober. All because of you, Cameron.”

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