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“You okay, bro?” Taka asked me quietly. “Oh, yeah. Him goading me like that? It’s like foreplay.” Taka almost choked on his beer. “And you both trying to flatten each other in the game today?” I nodded. “Yep. Foreplay.” He laughed. “Bro, that is fucked up.”
“I can’t keep doing this.” “Doing what?” “Hiding. Lying. Lying to my team, lying to myself. Hiding who I am. I don’t want to hide in your kitchen anymore.” “Oh, babe.” “I want to come out, Marshall. I need to. For me. I need to stop being such a fucking coward.” “You’re not a coward,”
“This doesn’t mean I have to like you or anything, does it?” I snorted. “Fuck no. I don’t have to like you either.” He smiled. “Good.” He took a swig and shook his head. “Gotta say, Valentine. You have terrible fucking taste.” Valentine laughed and leaned into me a little. “I know.”
like a dutiful boyfriend, I cheered from the stands. He played really well, and I was so proud of him my chest hurt. Also no one hurt him, so I didn’t have to kill anyone. Always a good thing.
I fucking hated that I loved him. He handed me a beer with a laugh. “You played terribly.” I ignored the bursts of laughter around us. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Valentine laughed so hard he snorted.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I wouldn’t have had the courage to do what I did today if it weren’t for you.” My sister put her hand up, making a face. “Ah, please pity the single person in the room.”
“For the love of god you’re going to make me download Tinder.” I laughed and threaded my fingers with Marshall’s. “Don’t do it. Men are terrible.”
You might wanna be careful, Marshall. I might start thinking you actually like me.” “Well, I don’t.” He shoved me out of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s go on a date.”
Why do you have such an expensive car, anyway?” “Because it’s beautiful.” “It’s pretentious.” “It’s pretentiously beautiful.”
That had been going on for a while now, and I quite happily pretended it wasn’t happening at all while Lleyton looked at her as if he was ridiculously in love. Pretty much the same way she looked at him. It was gross. I loved my sister, and over the last few years, we’d become incredibly close. I just didn’t have to know about what my best friend did to her.
Though if you want me to wear a ring so people know I belong to you, then there’s really no point, because anytime we’re together you kinda growl at anyone who looks at me, so there’s no mistaking—” Marshall patted my leg. “Stop talking.”
“Yeah. I thought maybe we could try the husbands-with-benefits thing. One day.” “It’s fiancé first,” Brooklyn added. “Fiancé with benefits, then husbands.” She grimaced. “Technically.”
