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He smiles, and two dimples pop into place on his cheeks. Good lord, how did I not notice those before?
“Well, give him a couple days to get settled before you ravish him.” I blush furiously, my already warm face heating up further. “I’m not going to ravish him!” “You could, probably. You know what else I noticed last night? Him watching you.”
“But don’t they know you’re gay?” “Yes. But I’m a hockey player, and I make a lot of money.” And, because I’ve been told this on several occasions, I add: “Also, I’m very cute.” He laughs, an authentic one this time, and I smile. “It’s the dimples.” He informs me. “What is?” “What makes you very cute.” He points to his own, smooth cheeks. I turn my face away, slightly, trying to hide my grin.
Great. Group workouts—just me, Troy, and his abs.
Once thing has become very clear during my week here—my roommate is very attractive and I have spent a lot of time noticing it.
“Now Google ‘Troy Nichols smiling’.” I wait. A shrill squeal pierces my eardrum and I hastily pull the phone away from my face. “Dimples!” “Yes, June, dimples.”
“Let’s just move forward with the understanding that there will never be a time when I don’t want to kiss you.”
I trail my fingertips up and down his arm absently, listening to his breathing slow as he falls asleep, and hope I don’t have to spend any more nights alone in my own bed after this.
He smiles at me, and I send it back with a silent I love you attached.
“Love you.” He says quietly. “Love you.” I immediately reply, tightening my arms around him.
Troy’s hand is lying on my leg, reminding me of the precious cargo in the vehicle.
If I wasn’t self-aware enough to already know how I feel about Troy, this picture would have clued me in. Love is so clearly written across my expression, I might as well have cartoon heart eyes.
A blush steals across the bridge of his nose, and he looks adorably flattered. I reach out, brushing the pad of my thumb across the color. “Jesus, that’s cute.” I mumble, more to myself than anything. He flushes a deeper crimson, embarrassed. “Stop it.”
Troy is vibrating with silent laughter and I lift my head up to look at him, grinning and shaking my head. He pulls me in for a kiss, and we don’t come up for air for a very, very long time.
“I’m going to marry you, one day.” I say, into the dark room. Sam snorts, wrapping an arm around my chest. “Of course you are. But you’re going to have to ask me a lot nicer than that.”
