Gravity

by Tal Bauer

“Hi,” I squeak. “I wear your number.” “Enchanté.” Bryce's grin grows. “I wear your number, too.”

Cute

“What do you want?” Hunter asks. A chance. An opportunity to see if you and me can be more than two men sitting beside a river. A kiss, a first kiss, one I’m only just realizing I want more than I wanted to hear my name called out during the draft—

I cannot sleep beside the Cup. I cannot wrap my arms around it and feel its heartbeat, or feel its breath move through my hair. I may love this sport, and love the chase of this championship, but it will not love me back.

I projected my dreams onto the curve of his smile and the warmth of his shoulder when he leaned against me and laughed.

Being the quietest guy in the locker room has its disadvantages. When you’re quiet, no one notices when you go quieter.