One-Touch Pass (SCU Hockey #4)

by J.J. Mulder

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

🤣

“You’re just…really pretty.”

“Yeah, like your horse.”

If the Greek gods did exist, one of them would have scooped up Nate the moment he angled his summer-green eyes in their direction. He’s beautiful.

He’s got a gravitational pull that could rival a black hole.

“Hey, Luke. Hi.” “Hello, you,” Luke responds. Max looks pleased enough to melt into the floor.

“Ay dios mío,” I whisper, closing my eyes. Maybe when I open them he’ll be gone, Luke will be gone, and it’ll just be me and Max. “Nope, not God. Just me, Nate.”

“Creo que tu interés en mí es demasiado bueno para ser verdad y estoy esperando que te des cuenta de que no soy lo suficientemente bueno,”

“I think your interest in me is too good to be true and I'm waiting for you to realize that I'm not good enough," 😫

I’m shaky with the realization that I am completely fucked. I don’t want to be friends with Nate. Not even a little bit. Friends is nowhere near good enough.

“He sends me selfies all the fucking time. Pretty much daily.” “You poor thing.”

“No puedes llevarlo a ninguna parte,” I mumble, and Max laughs. “Well, I’m glad the pair of you have finally told each other what the rest of the world already knew.”

“Anyway, so I sucked his dick and now I’m obsessed with him.”

“No. I want to read and not talk to anybody for the rest of the day,” he says honestly.

Me

I want to hold him close, and maybe feed him some soup.

Please marry me

“Well, you’ve seen me naked,” he comments dryly. “And I’ve told you things I haven’t told anyone else, so.” A shrug. “Showing you my feet seems like a logical step.”

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

“Made you some soup, you fucking weirdo.”

“Claro, amor. ¿De qué te gustaría hablar?” He breathes softly against my neck. “¿Te digo cuánto te adoro?” “I’m going to learn Spanish,” Nate whispers. “Deberías descansar ahora.” I rub my palm in a circular motion over his back. He sighs again, pressing his cheek harder against my shoulder. “Me quedaré despierto para asegurarme que te mantengas calientito.”