Role Model (Game Changers, #5)

by Rachel Reid

Maybe he should ask Ilya for Shane Hollander’s number. Shane was a fucking babe.

Troy was conflicted. On the one hand, he didn’t want to put that ridiculous thing in his mouth. On the other hand, he didn’t want to watch Harris deep throat another one.

the context of this is too funny 😭

Over the next week, Harris was visited by Troy three times. He felt like Ebenezer Scrooge, except instead of spirits, he got a sullen hockey player who was, like, the Ghost of Christmas Mixed Messages.

“I barely even know what a slow cooker is.” “Oh man, they’re great. They cook stuff slowly.”

CRYING LMAO

“Shut the fuck up, Kent,” Ilya said in a low, dangerous tone. “Why? Is Barrett your boyfriend? Did you take a break from fucking Hollander to shove your dick in Barrett’s—” Ilya hauled Dallas up by his jersey, yanking him roughly until he was fully standing. Then Ilya shook his other glove off and punched him in the face.

“I heard the rumor that Shane Hollander is gay. I don’t know if it’s true, but...that’s what I heard.” “Did you.” Something clicked in Troy’s head. “You guys are close, huh?” Ilya started walking faster. “That is enough sharing for tonight, Barrett.”

oh ilya, my sweet summer child, at least try to be less obvious 😭

Harris took the object and saw that it was an enamel pin in the shape of an apple. With a little rainbow heart in the middle. His own little rainbow heart fluttered in his chest.

He took him deep, because that was something Troy was good at. Hockey and deep throating, his top two skills.