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I don’t dare breathe. I’m afraid to move. The walls are thin.
I turn my head into my pillow and let out a muffled cry.
My cowardice cost me the chance to ask him what he meant. He said he loves me, not “I love you,” but still, and he kissed me.
There’s a saying about hope giving the heart wings. I dismiss the feeling in my chest as my bed spins from the whiskey.
I’ll be counting the hours until I can pay a visit to his room, and I’ll use Leo’s locker room talk to start it.
I’m not giving Austin up without a fight if he wants me too.
Chapter 11
Austin
King’s statement about being queer is all over the internet. His quote has been taken out of context and restated as if he doesn’t think the men on the Enforcers understand the concept of queerness.
I’m fighting the urge to text the reporter and chew her ass out. She posted his incomplete answer for the shock value.
Leaning on our kitchen island, I run a hand over my face and text King.
Me: Want me to come over?
King: Nah
King: Finn’s here
King: I’ll text if I need backup
Me: We have your back
Gray stumbles out of his room with his hair a tangled mess around his shoulders and crease marks on his face from the pillow. He’s adorable.
“Hey.” He pours himself a cup of coffee. “Did you tuck me in last night? I remember reading, but then I woke up with the lights out and my e-reader on the nightstand.”
“King’s getting crucified.” I change the subject. I had a moment of weakness and spilled my guts to him. No more drinking for me because it makes me forget why I can’t have Gray. It’s fitting I burned my tongue on the coffee this morning like karma telling me to keep my mouth shut.
Grayson pauses with the mug halfway to his mouth. “He played great.”
“The press is saying he’s accusing his teammates of being clueless about being gay or bi. Finn’s with him.” I don’t look at Gray because he might see the lust in my eyes. His stance has created an opening in his boxers, and I lick my lips at the thought of tasting him again.
“Finn will calm him down and develop a strategy to change the narrative.” He moves closer, and I stand to pace. “Are you going over there?”
“No, King said he’ll text if he needs me.” I flap my hand as if it’s easy for me to stay out of it.
“He won’t. Let’s take him to dinner later. Or we could invite the guys here and not make it a big deal.” Gray looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t.
Our phones buzz simultaneously.
Trevor: Dinner at our place
Trevor: 7pm no excuses
Trevor: Bring significant others
Lucky: Daddy Drake loves being my plus one
Benz: No sex talk in the group chat
