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I was drunk on Travis Ashford, and I didn’t want to stop.

Chapter 13

Travis

Once I realized it, it became as obvious as a slap to the face and completely impossible to ignore—I liked Scott. A lot. He filled almost my every waking thought. I was always trying to catch a glimpse of him, trying to meet his eyes, and whenever we managed to sneak out, our hands were on each other.

We were obsessed, and there was no other word for it. I loved the feeling of his hands on my body, the way his chest felt pressed to mine. I loved to hear his breath hitch when he felt a little trapped, the way his pupils dilated, and the way he kissed me ravenously because of it.

The strength of his desire for me was drugging. I’d never felt so wanted, soneeded, and it might be a little fucked up, but I loved it. It only made me want him harder in return, kiss him harder, dig my fingers in until he gasped, lost in lust. I wanted to give him everything he wanted and more. We talked about his fantasies, but he was my fantasy, too.

The only time I managed to concentrate my attention away from him was when I boxed. My life became a little predictable: I went to classes, tried to keep up with assignments, sought out Scott every chance I had, boxed, and spent the time remaining at home with Andy.

Today, I’d already done my training routine, even helped out a few of the rookies. They were freshmen and fresh-faced, they had watched me with wide eyes and hope in their teenage hearts, wanting to become good at a sport that most sane people recommended against. Other guys in my position didn’t bother to give them the time of day, but I felt like I was giving back, somehow, and it reminded me of why I was here in the first place.

Still, I was standing outside the training facility, smoking a cigarette while the late winter air stung my cheeks, thinking yet again about Scott. I couldn’t help but go through my memories like a movie: the sight of him when he sucked me off the last time, his lips pink and wide around my cock as he looked up at me, flushed. The way he nuzzled my hand when I brushed his hair after, like a content kitten looking for affection.

Jesus. Even the memory made my heart squeeze.

This hadn’t been the plan. Not at all.

“Ashford. What are you doing, wasting your time and not training?”

I almost jumped, startled out of my thoughts, but then again, that was the reaction that Coach had wanted, wasn’t it? The rare smirk on his face confirmed it. I rolled my eyes.

“Just taking a break.”

Coach came to stand beside me, giving me a dirty look because of the cigarette. He didn’t want anyone smoking outside the facilities, least of allme,who he still wanted to make decent, but I stared at him defiantly.

I wasn’t a big smoker. I actually smoked only once or twicea week, so I wasn’t going to take anyone’s shit about it. I’d decided to quit cold-turkey once I graduated but until then, I would indulge.

“At least give me one,” Coach said, resigned.

I handed him one along with the lighter.

“The competition is in only a few weeks. Are we going to have a problem here?” he asked, thick brows scrunching up already.

Coach had been kind of mad while I was doing the whole cupcake thing. Not only was it taking time away from boxing and my studies, but I was also coming to train later than I was supposed to because of Scott. I still had put in the work, so Coach had to swallow his words and let me be.

Now I wasn’t selling cupcakes anymore, but I’d also been a little more distracted than usual.

“No. I’m focused.”

I would make sure it was the truth.

“You better be, because you’re going to be fighting against Benny Denver, and that’s one mean motherfucker if I ever saw one. You need to have your head in the game.”

Benny Denver was the best fighter in our rival college. The ‘competition’, which had no real winners, was amateur only. The fact that Benny and I would be there was going to attract a bigger audience than usual, which was going to be good for my chances at going pro.

“You know I can beat him, Coach, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Coach took a long drag and then exhaled, a cloud of smoke all around us. “I know you can, boy, but I want this to go well.Perfect. I want you to be so sure you’ll win that the competition feels like a breeze. Several managers I know will be coming in to check you out. I already put in a good word for you, but you have to prove me right.”

“And I will.”

“That also means keeping up your grades.”

“Yes, Dad.”

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