One-Touch Pass (SCU Hockey #4)

by J.J. Mulder

The pants are indecently tight, really. Thank you, baseball gods.

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

and then a book about gay hockey players.” “Like, a biography about Troy Nichols? Holy shit, is Coach Mackenzie in there?”

And right now? I’m committed. If Marcos needs me to wait, I can wait.

Stepping out and pulling the door closed behind me, I wonder what the hell I’m supposed to do. Hug him? Kiss him? Drop to my knees and bury my face in his crotch? This is why dating is overrated. Who the hell needs this kind of stress?

I’m honestly floored he let me hold his hand at all. The Marcos from last semester certainly wouldn’t have. Nor would he have gone on a date with me, I realize. Maybe I need to capitalize on his good mood, and ask him to move in with me. What if he’s never this agreeable again?

I shouldn’t have to explain why I’m with someone, no matter what gender they are. Nobody should have to do that.

I don’t need anything but Marcos.

I’ve never felt so content as I do now, cozy in the small loft with Nate, the horses below and the wide Montana sky framed in the window. I want to fucking live here.

God, I love him.

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. How the fuck do you know when the right time to tell someone you love them is?