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I’m surprised he’s not a player with a body like that—I know a hockey butt when I see one.
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.
One thing has become very clear during my week here—my roommate is very attractive and I have spent a lot of time noticing it.
“Let’s just move forward with the understanding that there will never be a time when I don’t want to kiss you.”
“Truthfully, Sam, I thought for certain you were going to be bringing home a new girlfriend, and after the nightmare with that last one, I admit I was praying for a reprieve from girlfriends.” My face is so hot you could fry an egg on it. June has her hand fully covering her mouth, like she’s having to physically contain her mirth, and even their mom looks amused as she surveys her husband. “Well, your prayers were answered because this time I brought home a boyfriend,” Sam says ironically.
You fucking idiot you’re supposed to say that to Sam before you tell anyone else! There is a knowing look on Mr. Jameson’s face.
He smiles at me, and I send it back with a silent I love you attached.
I want to do a lot of things that should not be done on my parent’s porch.
“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.
“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.”
