Page 98 of No Pucks

He puts it in his pocket then hesitates. “What do you want to order?”

I get up close and personal so our chests touch. “It’s okay to touch me while he’s here.”

“Are you sure?” he whispers.

“Positive. He’ll only complain a little.” I brush our lips together. “Where do you want to order from?”

“What madeyou bring your brother over here?” Anthony asks when Evander leaves.

“I thought it was better than ditching you. Was that okay?”

“I—I liked it. I like that you’re comfortable enough to bring him here.”

I drape my arms over his shoulders. “I am comfortable enough. I’m glad you don’t mind. It doesn’t make you worry about my dad more, does it?”

He shakes his head. “No, it just felt like—I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Forget it.”

I slide my hand into his. “Try.”

He’s silent for a long time. “Like we’re more.”

“More what?”

“I don’t know.” He looks out the window but finally says, “Are you going to resent me because you’re missing out on all the college fun?”

“What am I missing out on? Because last I checked, I get to have my lips around your cock nightly.”

“I don’t know. Being wild, dates, being in public.”

“I had quite a bit of fun until I met you. That’s how I met you. I’m sure you’re not ignorant of that. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything, and I’m not the type of person who would be super public with a relationship. My brother reminded me of that today.”

“So what are we doing?”

“Dating?” I offer, because I’m still not sure what he wants to hear.

“Is this temporary, Logan?”

“Do you want it to be?” I ask. “It’s been six months. What is temporary?”

“It feels like we have a shelf life, like I said before, and I don’t know where this is going.”

“We’re both not seeing anyone else, right?”

“Yes.” He stares into my eyes, as if he doesn’t know where I’m going.

I shrug. “Doesn’t that make us boyfriends?”

“If we are boyfriends, what is the future?”

“I’d like to find out together.” I’m steady because I know he needs it.

He searches my face, and in that moment, I’m not sure what he’s going to say. Is this too much for him? “Why are you better at this than I am?”

“Because I’m not jaded by old age.”

He narrows his eyes but laughs. “I’m not that old.”

“Whatever you say.” I kiss him, but this isn’t like when I’m trying to get laid. This is just because I want to taste him. “We need to sleep, or I’m not going to get through two practices tomorrow.”

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