From Coast to Coast (Offsides #4)

by J.J. Mulder

“I’m not a monk, I’m…discerning.” “This word means being alone forever?”

When I get back to the bedroom, there is a single message waiting for me from Ree: Apparently, I’m not as straight as I thought I was.

“I know. But there might be a full-on sexual awakening happening over here. Overthinking seems like it might be part of the package.

But he’s no longer my straight roommate and friend—he’s my bi-curious roommate and friend who has jacked off to a picture of me.

If it was possible to undress someone with their eyes, I would never have clothes on.

He has no right to look the way he does and then look at me the way he does.

If I’d known how much fun it was, I would have asked him to throw me against a wall sooner.

“I wish I had, like, four more hands so I could touch everywhere, all at once.”

Developing feelings for Remy after two hookups is probably setting some kind of world record for idiocy.

He laughs, and I curse myself for not being snuggled up to him in a way that I’d have been able to feel the rumble in his chest.

“I’ve always thought of myself as straight, but that’s evidently not the case. But I’m not gay, and I don’t think I’m bi, either. I’m…I have no idea what I am. Grayson-sexual, I guess.”

My brain is screaming at me to not get attached, but my heart is letting me know that ship has long since left port and I need to settle in for the ride.

It would probably be overly dramatic to say that the first few weeks following Grayson’s departure are the worst of my life, but while I’m living them, it becomes hard to think of a time when I was more miserable.

My head is confused, but my heart is not. My heart wants Grayson Brody.

I’m weighing my options: stay on the beach where it’s warm, or swim out and possibly get frostbite. It’s not really a choice at all though because only one of those options has Remy in it.

“You’ve converted me. Once you go Gray, you never go back, as they say.” “As they say, yes.”

And that’s why snuggling is worth being overheated—casual touches that I’d otherwise miss out on.

A relationship doesn’t always have to feel like work. Sometimes it can just be beautiful.”

Everything in me is telling me this is it and he’s the one. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.

We move together so seamlessly, the jump from friends to partners doesn’t seem like a jump at all. It feels like this is the way it was always supposed to be, and we’re only now catching up.

“I do not regret you, Gray. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”