From Coast to Coast (Offsides #4)

by J.J. Mulder

I stare down at the papers in silence, wondering for the dozenth time if we are doing the right thing.

nah

“Have you ever considered men?”

he’s about to consider one

“Considered men, what?” I ask, nonplussed. “Dating them.” “Literally never.”

try

6’7”, 252 pounds, come and get it if you want some.

SIX SEVEN????? HOLY FUCK?

Alex Who the fuck is Ree and how did he get your abs?

fuck off alex😭

He’s got a nice laugh—a deep rumble that I bet sounds fantastic with an ear pressed to his chest, listening to it vibrate through your eardrum.

“i’m straight”

Can I be honest with you about something? Brody Oh, lord.

my reaction

How the first time Amanda and I slept together, my immediate thought had been: is that it?

bro you’re telling me you NEVER thought you might not be straight

Only one good guy in the bunch, as far as I can tell.

HEY WHAT ABT Z

And I don’t give a fuck if your homophobic-ass teammates think we’re together.”

i think they’re your teammates too but go off

“Grayson Brody?” he asks suddenly. I nod before remembering we’re not on FaceTime. “Yeah.” “Uhm.” He laughs, before clearing his throat and trying again. “Your dating app guy is Brody, right?”

i love alex for using common fucking sense

Chuckling, he presses closer and tightens his grip, one arm sliding around my stomach. “You here alone?”

hands off or i’ll stab you

“No,” I hear Zolkov say from behind me. “Let them.”

i love him

“Have a lot of experience with relationships between teammates, do you?”

SASSYYYY i love it