One-Touch Pass (SCU Hockey #4)

by J.J. Mulder

“You’re really pretty,” I hear myself say, completely unbidden. “Like my horse.”

I’m also going to start practicing exposure therapy or whatever the hell the doctor called it. I’m going to become the most handsy motherfucker around.

“No need to hide from Max.” He chuckles a little bit. “He’ll be thrilled when I tell him we’re together.” “Yeah? I’m good enough for his best friend?” Marcos’ eyes noticeably warm and this time it’s him who reaches out to press gentle fingertips to my face. “Yeah. You’re good enough.”

Falling in love with Nate was a little like stumbling while walking down a hill. I tried to catch myself, but eventually gravity won.

I want him so fucking bad, it’s almost too much. This much love feels like pain, and I hardly know what to do with it.