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“Let’s review,” Rossi says, clearly amused. “Asher waits for you after every practice, you arrive together, you study together, you share a room at away games—where you really could try to be more quiet, by the way—West treats Kole like another brother, Coach can’t look at Asher without scowling, more so than usual, and if I have to hear the phrase Kole said one more time, my brain will start leaking out of my ears.” I’m … kinda shocked. “And people say jocks are stupid.” “You forget I was friends with Foster, and Beck and Jacobs, and Cohen. I’ve given up assuming people are straight, and you
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“Who else knows?” Asher asks. “Literally the whole team,” Simms says. “We’ve known for ages.” “And no one said anything?” Stalberg screws up his face. “No offense, man, but none of us want to know about your sex life. That’s a strictly kiss and don’t tell situation.” “Pity,” Asher says, and his tone gives me a split-second warning. “Because Kole sucks the best dick. You guys have no idea what you’re missing.” Rossi sighs, and Stalberg clears his throat, and Kaplan looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Either you’ve contracted some deadly disease that’s messing with your thoughts, or … you’re in love with me.” The smile slides from his face, and he cups my cheeks in the way that I love. “Definitely the second.” I suck in a breath, because with Asher, I really had no idea if he’d acknowledge it or not. “And I have bad news for you,” he continues. “I think it’s contagious.” A shiver runs down my spine. “Uh-oh, I think you’re right.”
“Yikes. Have we caught the love?” “Gross.” “So gross. And so you know,” Asher says, “I blame you for this.” “I am pretty irresistible.”
“What should we toast to?” Cohen holds up his drink. “To line mates, old and new.” We all clink the small glasses and throw them back except for Cohen, who hands his to Seth, who downs both. I cock my head at Cohen. “Pregnant?” “I’m on PR duty tonight,” he says.
“Careful, that’s starting to sound a hell of a lot like a white picket fence future you were so against.” Kole smiles at me and leans in to brush his lips against mine. “Maybe a white picket fence future with you wouldn’t be so bad.”
