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I was too preoccupied by the sight of him laid out before me like an offering to answer right away.

“Um, it was uneventful. I finished dinner and headed home. You?”

“Same. Me and Jo stuffed our faces, and he crashed out. But I didn’t sleep well.”

“Why? What’s going on?” I asked, concerned.

“I’m distracted,” he admitted. “By a guy. Can’t get him out of my head.”

Oh.Oh. I didn’t want to hear about this.

“A student in one of your classes?”

That was my pathetic attempt at finding out who Silas was crushing on. Instead of waiting for his answer, I walked around to stand behind the machine, trying to get some distance between us.

“No.”

I swallowed hard and tried to calm my racing heart, but it was no use.

“Someone you work with at the tattoo shop?” I suggested.

Silas reached for the bar and shook his head. “Nope.”

“Well, if it’s someone on the team, I can’t say I’m surprised. Seems like all my players are matching up. And I’d offer you advice but unfortunately, I have none,” I quipped. “My track record is nothing to brag about.”

Silas began his chest presses and watching him work out unlocked a new kink.

“It’s not… a teammate,” Silas panted as he lifted the bar up and down. “But he is… a hockey fanatic. Older… smart… sexy… intense.”

I didn’t want to hear anymore.

“I’m pretty sure he’s interested too… but there’s a problem,” Silas added. “Well, several of them.”

Even though I wanted to walk away from this conversation stat, I didn’t.

“Why don’t you start by telling him how you feel? I’m sure the rest can be worked out.”

Silas placed the bar on the rack and looked up at me.

“Damien.”

“Yes?”

“I did.”

CHAPTER 19

SILAS

What started as me working out my sexual frustration in the gym turned into an unexpected confession to Damien about the fact I was crushing on him. Except for hockey, I didn’t like playing games, and I always used the blunt approach when it came to the men I was attracted to. It saved a lot of time and there were no complications. If there was mutual interest, and we hooked up, we both walked away satisfied.

Only, lately there was only one man I was hung up on.

And fuck the fact that he was my coach.

I wanted Damien, and like always, I was ruthless when it came to the things that mattered to me. And Damien mattered. Earlier, when I brushed my hands against his, I knew that he felt the spark too. I wanted to reach for him, to pull him onto my lap and stroke him off. Fuck, I wanted to watch him come all over me and watch us come together. I didn’t have a thing for sexual fantasies about the gym until now. Did I always walk around in here with no shirt on? No. Was I going to show off in front of him? Hell, yes.

I knew in my gut, the only thing I trusted in, that he and I would be explosive together. Under his tightly wound exteriorbeat the heart of a passionate player. And it was clear from everything I’d learned about him that he wanted to explore his sexuality. And me? I was happy to reverse our roles and do the teaching.

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