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Tripp’s jaw tightens. “Well, I’d like my dick sucked, so if you’re planning to do that, by all means, stay.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” “You two are cute,” Austin says, which dissolves my shock as I glow under the praise. We are cute.
Tripp and Dex. Dex and Tripp. The Mitchell Brothers. Not that we’re brothers. We’re closer than that.
I don’t know when I fell in love with Dex Mitchale, only that I have. And I’m a fucking dumbass for it.
I’ve decided to take a new approach: pretend my feelings don’t exist. I’ve never seen a therapist in my life, but I’m sure they’d tell me I’m making a wise and healthy decision.
Wah, wah, wah, tragic gay boy stereotype in love with his straight best friend.
“You know you don’t have to do anything when it comes to me, but if you want to talk, I’m here.” Even if I hate your girlfriend and think you could do way better.
Dex Mitchale, officially off the market? This poor gay man needs some warning to deal with that kind of disappointment.
The idea of choosing one person to spend my whole life with is scary. But as long as Tripp is always there, I know I can get through anything.
Baby… wake up. That is not platonic.
His outlook on life might be naive, but fuck, everyone could use some naivety—to see the world through the eyes of someone who only sees the good in people.
It’s the worst thing he’s ever unknowingly done. Because as we stand at an altar, promising ourselves to each other and sealing it with a kiss, my heart has never experienced such pain. As soon as our mouths break apart, this will be over, and I will be crushed.
It’s like a real marriage. Minus the sex. Although, from all the countless jokes there are about marriage meaning sex stops, maybe this is the real deal.
I know what I’m doing. I’m going to get over him by not getting over him. It’s completely logical and makes total sense.
Hmm, how to tell my fake husband that I have a fake boyfriend … I’m starting to regret going on this trip.
“Can you drown me while we’re out there?” “I’m sure it can be arranged. Just don’t struggle, okay? Then I’ll feel bad.”
“I’m not possessive!” “Who do I belong to?” “Me, but—” He grins. “Shut up.”
I’m his best friend. He’s my heart and soul. And nothing will ever change that. Not even his inability to love me back.
Dex and Tripp. The Mitchell brothers. Best friends. Husbands. Fuck buddies? Then again, can you really be fuck buddies with your husband?
Okay. Time to blow my best friend’s mind by blowing his other head first.
Hockey is hard. Who knew?
Hit me where it hurts and I’ll be upset; go after Tripp and I’ll fucking end you.
Dex pulls on his navy suit jacket. It’s my favorite suit of his because it makes his dark eyes brighter, and he deserves to be the brightest thing in a room.
After this, there will be no other men for me. No one would be able to live up to the pedestal I keep Dex on.
It’s not just sex. It’s everything.
“Stay off Twitter. That’s where rationality goes to die.”
No one has the same journey, Dex. It’s okay if you haven’t figured it out yet. That doesn’t mean you’re not valid.”
I can love Tripp the way my body always has because my brain has finally caught up.
When it’s only Dex and me, nothing else matters. Nothing except holding on to this thing between us for as long as I can have it.
That man is too damn good for me, but he’s mine.
This is what’s best for him. A divorce. Then he can move on. Meanwhile, I’ll remain pathetically in love with my best friend. Holy shit … I’m in love with Tripp.
“I’m dumb a lot of the time, but the best dumb decision I ever made was marrying you. Because now I know why I could spend forever with you, and only you. I know we’re supposed to stand up here and announce some bogus divorce, but I don’t want that. I want us.” My voice breaks. “Always. Forever. Because I am so fucking in love with you, I don’t know myself without you.”
I know that life extends beyond hockey. I will accept retirement when my time comes, but one thing I won’t be able to live without is him. Hockey is my present. Dex is my future.
Together is where we’re meant to be.
