Between the Pipes (Offsides #3)

by J.J. Mulder

He blushes. Actually blushes: a sudden bloom of color over his cheeks. Jesus Christ that’s fucking adorable.

He gives me a queer look

Gay

If nothing else is accomplished this summer, please let me at least leave Carter Morgan with a fucking friend.

It burns me how much I like him. I like him so fucking much I hate him.

Troy just got home. He had fun and also told me that he thinks you and Nico are fucking. I’ll go ahead and leave that conversation for you, shall I?

Please, please, rely on me. Rely on me so much that you never ask me to leave.

On my way out the door, I stop dead as I notice something hanging on the wall. Above his dresser, in a spot he’d see it every day, is the quick sketch I’d done and given him. It’s framed, and is the only piece of artwork he has hung up in the entire house. My eyes burn as I stare at it. He wouldn’t have kept it if I—we—didn’t mean anything to him.

“You’d be easy to fall in love with, if I didn’t know what a spectacularly bad idea that would be.”