Like You’ve Nothing Left to Prove (Breakaway #2)

by E.L. Massey

Maybe this is just his life, now. Maybe after everything, maybe he just gets to be happy.

“Alex,” Asher asks, squinting at the TV. “Are you playing NHL16 as yourself?” “Of course, my stats are awesome.”

“I’m the knife,” Alex mutters. “He’s the little spoon,” Eli says.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Alex says. “Please, he’s my boyfriend. You have to let me see him.”

“Uh, yeah?” Alex says, tightening his grip on his stick. “I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I wasn’t.”