Chapter Fourteen

Logan

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Adam and I lay together for a long time. I have no idea how long, but I couldn’t seem to let go of him.

I’d had a lot of sex in my life, I’d been fucked more times than I could count, but Adam was the first man I’d ever made love with.

It was true that after our first time together the sex tended to be hot and hard, but the emotions were always there. Tonight, this, was different.

He was the first man I’d ever gone without protection with, and I loved the idea that he’d branded me in a way no one else ever had. He’d also been perfect.

I’d felt loved and cherished, and the way Adam had looked at me still gave me goosebumps. I was completely in love with him, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to give him up. Not after tonight.

Eventually we had to get out of bed and get cleaned up. We’d taken a shower together, but after washing up Adam had dropped to his knees and sucked me right down to the back of his throat as he worshipped my cock. I’d been on the edge of orgasm when he’d popped off me and stood up. I’d been about to drop to my knees to taste him, but he’d had other plans. He’d spun me around and fucked me right up against the cold shower tiles. It had been hard and a little rough, and I’d loved every second of it. I’d also come again without him touching my dick.

That was something else I’d never had with anyone else. I’d had my share of good sex and a lot of not so great encounters, but not once had I been able to find my orgasm while bottoming without the extra stimulation. I’d had partners try and a few who didn’t seem to care, but Adam knew how to read my body and he brought me to heights of pleasure I’d never experienced.

After cleaning up a second time we’d tumbled into his bed to sleep. Adam had woken me up in the middle of the night with a few tight tugs on my half hard cock, and I’d ridden him until we’d both come for a fourth time that night.

I’d loved being able to look down at him, to use my body to bring him pleasure while he was inside me. The best moment had come at the end, when he’d sat up to kiss me and hold me close as we’d hit our orgasms at the same time.

After that we’d fallen asleep and hadn’t woken up until his alarm had gone off. Adam’s class started an hour before mine so I’d watched him get up, pull on his clothes and kissed him goodbye. Then I’d gone back to sleep with his scent still surrounding me even though I was alone in the bed.

I’d spent the day feeling what we’d shared every time I sat down or shifted, but it wasn’t a bad sore. It was a reminder that we’d finally taken that last step and were completely together. It was an incredible feeling, but I couldn’t stop that little voice in the back of my head from wondering if he was ever going to get around to telling his team about us. 

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I didn’t know what I was expecting. A part of me had hoped our incredible night together would be the catalyst to Adam finally telling his friends, but in the weeks that followed, he was still holding out.

Things at home were great, almost too great. It was as though we’d always lived together, and had always been fucking. We alternated who topped and bottomed, and every encounter was incredible and left us both spent and satisfied.

Then there was the domestic side of things. Adam started cooking for me every night he was home, which put me on clean-up duty. I helped him with his homework and assignments, and he kept up his promise to kick my ass at the gym and did our laundry, as per our agreement.

We even started doing little things together like grocery shopping and taking walks, and he was great when we were around strangers. He had no problem holding my hand as we walked down the street, and even gave me a few kisses here and there while there were other people around.

It was wonderful, and I hated that it wasn’t enough for me.

The longer he put off telling the people in his life the more I felt like it would never happen. He wanted to be with me, that was obvious, but he didn’t want to include me when his friends were around.

I knew it was hard for him, but I was head over heels in love with the guy and I couldn’t share that part of his life while he was fully engrained in every part of mine. I was still his secret boyfriend, and it sucked.

In the first week of November Adam’s team had started practicing so he was gone a lot. They had a three hour practice three days during the week, every Saturday for most of the afternoon, and he still went to the gym on his off days.

He also started going out with his teammates every Saturday after their practice. I understood he needed the time with his friends, but after the second Saturday he’d let it slip that it wasn’t a teammates only thing. The other guys brought their girlfriends or ladies of interest and they had a giant, weekly party.

The thought of hanging around with a bunch of baseball players and their dates wasn’t all that appealing, and I probably wouldn’t have gone if I had the choice. It was the fact that I wasn’t getting that choice that was really bothering me.

I’d never been in the sports world but I’d had my fair share of jocks fuck with me about my sexuality, so I knew it wasn’t the most accepting culture. I understood Adam’s fear of telling them the truth, but it was how he kept lying to me that was getting to be too much.

If he’d told me he wasn’t ready and wouldn’t be telling them about us it would sting and I’d feel like he’d punched me in the balls a few times, but I’d either deal with it or decide I wasn’t willing to be a secret.

By constantly telling me he’d ‘get around’ to telling them it felt as though he was lying to try and spare my feelings, and I hated being lied to.

“You okay?” Adam asked, slinging his practice bag over his shoulder as he glanced at me.

“Fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” He paused.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head and forced a smile. “I just really need this weekend.”

“Yeah, a four day break from life.” He grinned. “Even coach doesn’t fuck with Thanksgiving.”

“Are you going home?”

We hadn’t talked about our plans, it seemed a good a time as any.

“Nah. My parents are going to visit my grandparents, and I really don’t want to spend my break in a retirement community in the middle of Florida.”

“Yeah, that would suck.” I grinned. “You want to come home with me?”

“Um...”

My heart fell as he looked at the floor.

“You don’t want to come with me to my parents? My brothers and the girls will be there. Mom would be happy to have you. She’s all about overfeeding her guests so you’d have to bring your fat pants—” I cut myself off as he shuffled his feet and bit his lip. “What? You don’t have practice.”

“I’m going to Kevin’s for Thanksgiving.”

“What?”

“I go every year. He’s from Tacoma and his parents are expecting me...”

“So you’re going to spend Thanksgiving with your friend instead of going home with your boyfriend?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“It’s not?” I sat up and tried to keep the anger out of my voice. “You’re so desperate to keep me a secret from Kevin and the rest of your team you’re going to spend the holiday with him so you don’t have to admit you’re with me?”

“Logan—”

“Whatever. Do whatever you want.”

“Logan—”

“It’s fine. It’s how it has to be.” I snapped my textbook shut and picked up my phone. “Go, you’re going to be late for practice.”

I unlocked my phone and flipped through my texts, purposefully ignoring Adam as he stood there in silence.

After a moment I heard him turn and then the door was opening and he was gone.

“Fuck.” I scrolled through my contacts and pulled up Avery’s number.

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Logan: feel like having a houseguest until we leave on Thursday?

Avery: of course. You coming over now?

Logan: as soon as I can pack my shit

Avery: door will be unlocked

Logan: thanks babes

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I shoved my phone in my pocket and went to my room to pack. It didn’t take long, but as I walked past Adam’s door my heart dropped.

Leaving like this was cowardly and a little immature, but I needed time away from him to figure shit out. I loved Adam and I wanted to be with him, but I couldn’t just sit back and be passive anymore. I’d already let one guy make me feel like shit so he could keep me a secret, I wasn’t about to let Adam do the same.

* * * * *

“You’re the best.” I sighed and sank down on my old bed so I could pull Avery into a big hug.

When I’d gotten to the apartment I’d expected to see Avery on the couch, but when I didn’t see her I’d called out to her. Avery had yelled that she was in my old room, and I’d been more than a little curious as I’d made my way over to the door.

She was sitting on my bed with her computer in front of her, along with a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bottle of zinfandel.

I wasn’t usually a wine drinker, but zinfandel was my drink of choice when I was wallowing, and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream was my guilty pleasure.

“Put your comfy pants on and climb in. It’s bestie slumber party time.”

“What about Matty?” I asked as I pulled a pair of sweats out of my bag and started to change.

“He’s working on a group project and then crashing with Jax for the night. I wanted you to have my undivided attention.”

“Thanks.” I crawled under the covers and sighed as Avery handed me a spoon and put the container of ice cream between us. “As much as I love Matt, I need some bestie time right now.”

She dug her spoon into the ice cream and looked up at me. “What happened?”

“Adam’s going to his friend’s house for Thanksgiving.”

“Ouch.” She leaned against me and I snuggled closer to her. “I’m sorry.”

“I never asked him, but I assumed he’d want to come with us if he wasn’t going home. Then I find out he’s going to Kevin’s house and doesn’t want to change his plans because he’d have to tell him why he wasn’t going with him.”

“He still hasn’t told his friends?”

“No.” I dug a big chunk of cookie dough out of the carton and shoved it in my mouth. “And I’m beginning to think he’s not going to.”

“So where does that leave you?”

“Hiding in the fucking closet. One place I swore I’d never be.”

“I’m sorry, Logan.”

“When you and Matt were being all secretive, did it make you feel like you weren’t enough?” I asked, taking another bite of ice cream.

“Sort of. It was more that I hated lying, especially to you.”

“I hate that he’s lying to me. Every time he tells me he’s going to tell them, he’s lying.”

“It seems like he is.”

“What about with Matt? How long did you put up with the lies?”

“Matt never really lied to me. He said he was going to tell you and I believed he would have. All it took for him to tell you the truth was me asking him to. I laid out how it made me feel and he told you, literally seconds later because you came home early.” She grinned and dug a spoonful of ice cream out of the container.

“I’ve never really spelled everything out to him.” I sighed. “I just keep asking.”

“I don’t know what he’s thinking, and maybe he really is a giant ass and he’s not going to admit the truth, but maybe he doesn’t realize how much he’s hurting you.”

“Maybe...Shit, do you have to work tonight? It’s Saturday—”

“I switched shifts with Lucy. Tonight, I’m all yours.”

“You really are the best.”

“I know.” She grinned and waited for me to finish scooping out some of the ice cream. “So what are you going to do?”

“I have no idea. I’m just really hurt.”

“I imagine.” She nodded sympathetically. “Okay, enough boyfriend talk. It’s time to watch Supernatural, drool over Sam and Dean, and finish off our three best friends.”

“Three?” I glanced at her.

“Ice cream, and the twins.” She grinned and nodded to the bottle of zinfandel, and then another bottle I hadn’t noticed that was tucked up beside the bed.

“Best. Threesome. Ever.”

Avery laughed and leaned forward to start the show on her computer.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Adam, but maybe I could get drunk enough that I wouldn’t remember just how much it hurt to be away from him.

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ADAM

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I was a little surprised to come home to an empty apartment, but it was Saturday night so it wasn’t inconceivable that Logan would have gone out with his friends.

I checked my phone to make sure he hadn’t sent me a message, then I tossed my practice bag in my room and fired up my PS4.

Today had sucked. I’d been off in practice and coach had noticed. It was like I couldn’t get control of my arm, and most of my pitches had been slightly off. It’s not like I’d been throwing wild pitches for hours, but considering I needed to prove myself, I’d failed.

Then we’d all showered and headed to the student bar closest to the field, where everyone had immediately started drinking and getting loud. I’d stuck around for an hour before bailing.

That shit didn’t interest me anymore. I used to love hanging with the guys and acting like a drunken idiot. Even when I’d been with Hannah, or any other girl, I’d still wanted that time away. Now that I was with Logan, I wasn’t feeling it.

I’d rather be at home with him, chirping and getting my ass beat during one of our epic Call of Duty games, or cuddling on the couch as we watched one of our shows. Hell, I’d rather watch him wash dishes or read over one of my essays than sit in the bar with my teammates.

After playing for an hour I picked up my phone and texted him, asking when he thought he might come home.

I didn’t get an answer for almost forty minutes, and my blood went cold when I read his text.

After the holidays.

What the fuck? Without thinking I pressed call and waited for Logan to pick up.

“Yeah?” His voice was strained and quiet.

“Where are you?”

“With Avery.”

“What did you mean you’re not coming home until after Thanksgiving?”

I was trying to keep my voice quiet and calm, but I was a step away from panicking.

“I just need some time to think, okay?”

“Logan—”

“Adam. Baby.” I heard his voice crack and bit my lip to let him talk. “I just need some time to think about things.”

“What things? What’s wrong?”

“Adam—”

“Please, babe. Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” I was begging. I could hear the desperation in my voice and by Logan’s sigh, he heard it too.

“I don’t think I can handle being a secret anymore.”

It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on me.

I wasn’t stupid or as dense as I was pretending to be. I knew lying to my friends and being away with my teammates so much was hard on Logan, but I’d refused to see just how hard. I was treating him like something I was ashamed of, and every time I refused to be honest about us, I was telling him he wasn’t enough. I was choosing my pride and fear over the man I loved.

I was a complete and total asshole.

“Logan—”

“Babe, please. Just give me a few days to think. I’m not saying it’s over...I’m just saying I need time.”

“Okay.” I hated that things would be left like this, but at least he wasn’t breaking up with me. I could still fix this.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

As I hung up the phone I felt a wave of loneliness and pain wash over me. I’d known I was hurting him, but I’d been ignoring just how much. Even after he’d told me the story of his friend’s brother. While he’d assured me he didn’t see what I was doing as the same thing, I’d ignored what my denial was doing to him.

I’d done this. Now I had to fix it.

* * * * *

“Thanks for meeting me.” I slid into the booth at The Co-Op and gratefully took the coffee Katie offered me.

“Of course. What’s going on?”

“I fucked up.”

“Tell me about it.” She sipped her coffee and waited for me to start.

“I still haven’t told the team about Logan. He asked me about going to his parents for Thanksgiving and I told him I was going to Kevin’s.”

“I imagine he didn’t take that very well. I wouldn’t have.”

“No. He left. He went to stay with his brother and best friend.” I sighed heavily and took a long drink of my coffee.

“So what are you going to do? You love him, that much is obvious. But are you willing to come out to your team? Can you put him before baseball?”

“Yes.”

The word slipped out so easily I didn’t even have to think about it. Logan was worth more than baseball, my friends and pretty much everything else. He was worth everything.

“Then I guess it’s time to plan a coming out.” She grinned. “You thinking big and splashy or quiet and subdued?”

“As much fun as big and splashy might sound, I’m going for quiet and subdued.”

“You’re no fun,” she teased. “So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to talk to my coaches. Then I’ll tell the team at tomorrow’s practice. Hopefully I can get Avery to help me out with the last part.”

“What’s that?”

“Getting him close enough to me I can show him just how much I love him.”

Katie smiled and nodded knowingly. “You’ve planned this whole thing out.”

“I have.” I nodded. “Now I just need someone to kick my ass and make sure I go through with it.”

“When’s your meeting?”

“Before practice on Monday.”

“Well, I’m great at kicking ass and I’ll drag you there myself if I have to.”

“Thank you, Katie.”

“Of course. We might have started this friendship in a weird way, but I want you to be happy, and Logan makes you happy.”

“He does.”

“Then I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure he hears that. Now, let’s finish our coffee and then do something fun. There’s no point sitting around driving yourself nuts until you have your meeting.”

I grinned as I picked up my drink. Katie was right. We may have started out in a weird place, but I was really glad to have her in my life. I wasn’t really sure what having a best friend was like, but it felt like Katie was slipping into that role, and it was awesome.

* * * * *

Talking to the coaches wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I’d asked if I could come to the team office half an hour before practice, and all three coaches had been there. I’d told them I was grateful for any opportunity they gave me, but I had a sensitive matter to discuss.

Admitting that I was in a relationship with a guy was actually pretty fucking easy, and the coaches had been great about it. They’d assured me that they fully believed in inclusion and equality, and my personal relationships would have no bearing on their decisions about me on the field.

The only problem was the team. They’d decided it would be best for me to make an announcement before practice and let everyone know at once. The idea was a little terrifying, but I’d agreed.

Now I was changed and waiting nervously for Coach to come into the locker room, and get the impromptu meeting started. No one else knew what the meeting was about, just that we needed to stick around before heading onto the field.

“Everyone shut your pie holes and listen up.” Coach came into the room in typical fashion. “Adam has something he wants to talk to you about and you’re all going to listen.”

Well fuck me. Coach certainly didn’t beat around the bush. I’d kind of hoped he’d ease me into it and not throw me to the wolves.

“Um, yeah. So...” I looked around and saw everyone staring at me. “I’ve got a bit of an announcement for you guys.” I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. I could do this. I had to do this. For Logan. For us. “I’m in a relationship, with my boyfriend.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the silent change room as everyone stared at me. And then it seemed that everyone started talking at once.

There were a lot of exclamations, a few grumbles of disbelief, and a bunch of questions being thrown at me, but the words that stood out above all others came from Big Mike, my catcher.

“You’re a fucking fag?”

The entire locker room went silent, but before coach could say anything I turned to Mike.

“I’m not gay. I’m bisexual. Right now I’m with a man.”

“If you take a dick in the ass then you’re fucking gay—”

“That’s enough, Anderson. You can come and talk to me before you hit the field.” Coach cut in and I was extremely grateful because all I wanted to do was punch Mike in his disgusted face.

“I’m not playing with a fag—”

“Anderson. My office. Now!” Coach barked and then looked at the rest of the team. “Anyone else have a problem?”

When no one answered he looked at Mike and jerked his head toward the door.

“Is it Logan?” Kevin asked as he looked at me. There was something in his expression I couldn’t quite figure out, but at least he wasn’t pissed or disgusted.

“Yeah. It’s Logan.”

“How long?”

“Since the start of school.”

“And you didn’t tell me because you thought I’d be like Big Mike?”

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how you’d take it.”

Kevin grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the rest of the guys. “Dude, seriously?”

“What?”

“I don’t give a fuck who you’re with.”

“What? But you were pushing me to get with Katie—”

“Because I wanted you to be happy after what Hannah did to you. I thought you were into chicks so I pushed a chick at you.” He rolled his eyes. “If I’d known you were interested in Logan then I would have pushed you toward him.”

“You seriously don’t care?”

“Why would I?” He looked genuinely confused. “Dude, you’re not my first non-straight friend. Not even the first bi ballplayer I’ve played with.”

“For real? Wow. Now I feel like an even bigger douche nozzle.”

“Look. I get why you didn’t tell me. And while I don’t give a fuck, there are guys here who will, and not just Mike.”

“I know. That’s another reason why I kept it hidden.”

“We’ll deal with them later. I’ve got your back, and I’m not the only one.”

As I looked out at my teammates I saw Kevin was right. There were a lot of guys giving me encouraging smiles, and surprisingly they outnumbered the looks of horror and disgust that dotted the crowd.

“I’m such an asshole. I made this into a whole big thing when it didn’t have to be.”

“You fucked up, whatever. It happens. Now how about you get your head out of your ass and we have a better practice than Saturday? Coach will never put you back on the roster if you can’t get your curveball to actually curve.”

“Fuck you, there’s nothing wrong with my curve.”

“Oh really? You were throwing beach balls out there on Saturday.”

As we continued to talk trash and head to the field I felt lighter than I had in months.

Now that it was out in the open people could deal with it in their own way. It wasn’t going to be all sunshine and roses, and I knew at least a few of the guys wouldn’t be able to accept it, but it was done and I was finally free to be myself.

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LOGAN

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“Avery, sweetie.” I glanced over at Avery and tried not to grab the steering wheel away from her and jerk the car back onto the street. “Why are we here?”

She’d just pulled up in front of the school stadium and put the car in park. I knew Adam had practice right now. He always had practice on Monday evenings.

“I’m sorry I fibbed.”

“Fibbed?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “You told me we were going to pick up something from your work.”

“And I’m going there afterward. This is a detour.”

“Why?” I glanced at the doors to the athlete’s entrance and glanced at the clock. Adam and the rest of the team would be done now, and it was only a matter of time before they came through those doors to get to the parking lot.

“Adam called me last night.”

“What?”

“He asked me to bring you here after practice. He told me he really needed to see you, to say something to you, but he’d understand if you left before he got out of practice.”

“Did he tell you what it was?”

“No, just that it was important.”

“Avery...”

“I’m sorry. I hated not telling you, but I knew you’d never agree to come out here if I did. I’ll put the car in drive and get us out of here right now if that’s what you want, but maybe you should hear him out.”

I looked at Avery and then the stadium.

My body was in flight mode and I desperately wanted to tell Avery to hit the gas and get us the fuck out of there, but my heart and head were in fight mode. Adam wanted me to meet him after practice while keeping me a secret? I had no idea what game he was playing, but I couldn’t help wondering if maybe it was a peace offering.

The hopeful part of my brain wondered if he’d finally decided to tell the team and he’d invited me so we could tell them together. The cynical part of my brain told me he was just meeting me here because it was convenient and there’s no way Avery could have tricked me into going to our apartment.

I was just contemplating what to do when the doors to the athlete’s entrance flung open and the entire baseball team started pouring out.

I saw Adam immediately. His eyes were sweeping the lot, and the moment they fell on our car he grinned and cut to the left so he could head toward us.

He looked amazing, and so happy to see me I put my hand on the door handle without thinking and pushed it open. I was climbing out before I could stop myself, and slamming the door closed as Adam stopped in front of me.

“What do you—”

“I love you, Logan,” Adam cut me off, one hand moving to hold the back of my neck as the other gripped my hip. He was staring into my eyes, his gaze pleading and his voice soft. “I love you, and I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

“You love me?” I asked stupidly, completely unaware of anything other than his hands on my body and his eyes searching mine.

“Yes. You’re it for me. I don’t give a fuck about anything other than proving to you how much. It’s always been you, Logan. Only you.”

I gripped his wrists in my hands and tried to stop my body from shaking as adrenaline and relief replaced the shock I’d been feeling.

“I love you—”

I cut off his declaration by leaning forward and pressing my lips against his. While I wanted to hear him say it a thousand more times, I needed to kiss him.

The kiss was sweet and a little soft, and it was so fucking perfect it made my head spin. When he pulled away Adam kept his forehead pressed against mine as we both took in the moment.

“I love you too, baby.”

Adam’s smile was so bright and joyful it made me grin as warmth spread through my chest. It was the first time I’d ever said those words to someone, and I had no doubt Adam was it for me too.

“So, that invitation to Thanksgiving still stand?” he asked playfully, his lips hovering over mine as he gave me a few soft kisses.

“You bet your ass it is.”

“Good.” He pulled away from me but gripped my hand tightly in his. “Because we’re going to do Christmas at my parents.”

“What?” My jaw actually dropped and he grinned even wider.

“When I told my parents I was going to my boyfriend’s for Thanksgiving my mom insisted you come home with me for at least part of winter break so she could do the next holiday with you. She loves to do these big, elaborate dinners so be prepared to feel like you walked into a set from a Lifetime Christmas movie.”

“They were okay with you being with a guy?”

“They were, after a long conversation.” He smiled and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “It was a bit of a struggle for them to get that I’m bi and not gay, but after hearing me out they support me. Mom asked if you made me happy and Dad asked if you treated me with respect. When I said yes to both they said they couldn’t wait to meet you.”

“Wow...”

“So is that a yes to Christmas?” he asked, a worried look clouding his eyes.

“It’s a yes to everything from now on.” I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss and then glanced around. “We made a bit of a scene.”

About half his team was watching us. Some had actual smiles on their faces, some looked confused, and I saw a couple looks of longing. It seemed Adam wasn’t the only closeted one on the team.

Hopefully by him coming out it would help the other guys feel comfortable to do the same. Having to hide who you are because of fear was the one of worst feelings I’d ever experienced, and if he could help even one guy be comfortable in his own skin again, then all the shit we’d been through was worth it.

“Do you care?” Adam asked as he nuzzled my neck.

“Not one fucking bit.”

“Good. How about we go home?”

Home.

That one word sounded so perfect, and I knew he wasn’t talking about the apartment. He was talking about wherever we could be together, because Adam was my home now, just like I was his.

“I’ve got to get my stuff—”

“Matt will bring it over after I pick up my paystub.” Avery grinned and jingled the keys she was still holding in her hand. I hadn’t even noticed she’d gotten out of the car.

“Did I ever tell you you’re my second favorite person ever?” I winked and she giggled.

“What? I’ve lost my place on top to him?” She nodded to Adam and I was surprised, and a little pleased, when he blushed.

“Sorry, babes. Looks like he’s my number one now.”

“I’m decidedly okay with that.” She grinned and blew me a kiss. “Have a good night. We’ll see you both Thursday after class.”

“Later.”

“Ready to go home, babe?” Adam turned me toward him, a soft smile playing on his sexy lips as Avery started the car. He pulled me a few paces away from it so she could leave without knocking us over.

“Definitely.”

He gave me one last sweet kiss before pulling away so we could make our way to his truck. By this point most of the other guys were either gone or leaving.

Adam had told his team about us, and he’d told me he loved me.

I felt like I was floating as I climbed up into his truck and pulled on my seatbelt.

I’d finally found a man worth loving, and he loved me too.