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I’ve noticed a few people keep turning around to see what he’s looking at, but I don’t worry too much about it. There’s no way they’re gonna know it’s me stealing his attention out of thousands of other people. Or that it was me who put that mark on his neck.
“Yeah, but you didn’t have to fuck him,” I bite out, cursing under my breath when I hear one of the guys whistling a few showers down, reminding me we’re not alone. “You didn’t have to keep going back for him. I should have been the one—” I shake my head, lowering my voice before I speak again. “It’s never gonna be you and him, C.” I search his eyes. “Tell me you know that.”
“I know that.” “Don’t play with me.” “I’m not,” he says, and I relax a little, letting my hand fall away from his body. “I love him.” “I know you do.”
“You think he’s gonna be pissed at me?” “For telling Coach? Nah.” Carter shakes his head, bumping me out of the way to steal my shower gel. “Trust me, that boy’ll walk outta the closet with no shame if it’s you standing next to him. He’d do anything for you, Nate. You know that.”
“Nate,” he whispers, subtly shaking his head before he looks around to check no one saw. “Baby, I don’t care if anyone sees me kiss you.” “Since when?” He leans back on his hands to look at me. “What did you say to Co—”
“What is the matter with you, Xavier?” His dad sneers. “First, it was Katy, and now you’re dragging Nate down with you. You’re gonna ruin his life, just like you ruin everything else you touch.” “Watch your fucking mouth.”
“I can’t help who I love, Mom,” I say, pulling him up to stand by my side. “Love?” Xavi’s mom echoes, pulling her head back in surprise. “I thought you hated him.”
“No.” I shake my head, tightening my grip on Xavi’s hand. “If the NBA tells me it’s him or them, I’m choosing him.” “That’s a mistake,” Xavi’s dad says bluntly. “No, it’s not.” Bringing Xavi in front of me, I turn him to face me, his back to them while I take his face in both hands, looking my boy dead in the eye while I say, “The mistake would be listening to you guys and losing the one person I can’t live without.”
Xavi nods without hesitation, and I press my lips to his, threading my hands through his hair while the flashes from the cameras surround us on all sides. A couple reporters start throwing rapid questions at me, but I don’t bother answering them, letting my actions speak for themselves while I take Xavi’s waist and guide him through the growing crowd.
“I love you,” he finally says. “I’ve always loved you.” “I know,” I tease, brushing my lips against his. “I just wanted to hear you say it to me.”
“Eat,” he demands, so I eat, smiling when his breath ghosts over my ear, his soft lips moving across the scar on my jaw.
“You think your parents will come around?” I tense and chew the inside of my cheek, relaxing a little when Nate tightens his arms around me. “I don’t care whether they do or not,” he says, inching his hand beneath my hoodie to run his thumb over my hip bone.
“What?” I rasp, my eyes glazing over as I run my greedy hands over his abs and chest. “I want you to live with me.” He lifts my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Not just in this house but with me. I want you to make it yours.”
“You’re coming with me.” “I have school.” “Fuck school.” He pushes it in, slowly filling me up until he’s balls deep inside me. “You can get a business degree anywhere. I need you with me, Xav. I’m not leaving you here.”
“What makes you think I wanna go?” He smirks and rolls his hips, making me cry out when he hits my prostate. “Baby, you’d follow me through hell and back if I asked you to.” Nodding, I pull his face down to mine. “Kiss me.”
“What?” he bites back, his nostrils flaring when I raise a brow at him. “You know your parents would be a lot happier if you found a girl like that to fall for,” he says, tipping his chin at the tattoo shop. “She’s cute and funny and she loves basketball—” “Xavi, shut up.” I move my arms around his waist, pulling his little body into mine. “I don’t give a shit what makes them happy. You make me happy. Most of the time,”
“Do you think she’s prettier than me?” “Baby, nobody’s prettier than you,” I tease, leaning over him to brush his mouth with mine.
