Fair Catch (Leighton U, #3)

by C.E. Ricci

I’m also a member of the alphabet mafia,

“The queer community.”

“So you’re looking for a wingman who isn’t gonna be Mr. Steal Yo’ Guy.”

“God, Kase, you’re about to go on a date. The last thing you should be doing is eyeing up your roommate like he’s some kind of sex kitten.”

“Nope. You seem to forget that I really don’t like people. People are at parties. Therefore, I don’t go to them.”

Going to this party as a sort-of chaperone is basically community service.

I might be a dick, but I’m not fucking heartless.

Oh, fuckity fuck fuck. I did not just say that.

realize Kason and I haven’t had much physical contact before this. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure it’s the only physical contact besides maybe

“Kason. Baby. I want you. I love you. Please tell me you believe that.”

I haven’t known sleep, peace, fucking happiness since he left.

“I love you, Kason. There’s nothing I want more than you. To see you accomplish your dreams, and be at your side while you do it. So I’ll go wherever you go, if you’ll let me.”

“I love you so fucking much, Hayes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. It felt too selfish to say it and leave. But, I do. I love you.”

“And if I’m certain of anything, it’s that I’m a better person for having been loved by you.”