“They’re my best friends.” He shrugs, and a button presses into my cheek. “I don’t see them as superstars. I see them as the guys who get their nails painted because June wants to try out a new color, and the dorks who spend hours playing video games with me. To the rest of the world, they’re gods. Athletic freaks of nature with gifts people would drain their entire life savings to have. But with me, they’re just the people I can call in the middle of the night if I need to talk.”
