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For a moment anyway.

When we get into the food line, Russ asks me a question I don’t want to answer. “Did you like kissing him? Slade? You looked a little… out of it when you walked off the field.”

My dick twitches as I recall Kerian’s commanding kiss.

Did I like it?

Well, it was different. I’m used to being the one who leads the kiss, and the lips I’m capturing are usually yielding to mine. Kerian’s mouth was anything but. He was commanding, owning, possessive. He held me like he had every right to.

Russ is my best friend, and has always had my back since he joined the team as a freshman when I was a sophomore. He’s been my ride or die for years. He wouldn’t judge me.

Answering him honestly, I say, “I don’t know. I’m confused.”

He nods in understanding. “Probably because it’s Slade.” He makes a face that cracks me up, making me feel better about the situation. I’ll figure out how I feel about the kiss at some point.

Maybe.

Probably.

ChapterFour

KERIAN

I’msweaty as fuck from working out, and annoyed that the burn in my muscles and the exhaustion I’m feeling hasn’t done a damn bit of good when it comes to getting my mind off Zander.

Apples.Dimples.His hard, lean body shuddering and his pulse jumping beneath my fingers while I choke him.

He was fuckingintoit.

He was intome. He can lie about it all he wants, but I know the truth.

I’m quick in the shower. I want to head back to my apartment so I can get my roommate, Asher, to get on his knees for me. He’s so obsessed with me, I could probably crook my finger and he’d come running.

There’s no point chasing after Zander if I’m so horny that I bust the second I get his mouth on me.

I’m not the kind of guy whostickswith one person to begin with, no matter how much I want them.

I drive back to the shitty apartment I’m renting. My parents have money,plentyof money, but I’m not asking them for a dime, even though they keep pumping anallowanceinto an account I never touch. I get by on a modest inheritance my grandparents left me when they died, and that’s enough. I don’tneedlavish. The most expensive thing I own is the car my parents bought me when I turned sixteen—it’s the only thing they’ve given me that I’ve ever kept. When I’m a fuckingstarand have more money than they could ever dream of, I’m going to makesurethey know I got here without their help.

My dad doesn’t get to claim any of the credit for my fame. I’m positive the satisfaction of watching him regret every time he was ever shit to me is just as much a driving force as the way I love how it feels to play, to win.

Well, tousuallywin. Last night stings across my nerves and I groan, heading into the apartment and slamming the door behind me.

Asher is stretched across the couch, his dark roots peeking out of the bright pink he has his hair dyed. He’s lanky and tall, and honestly too pretty for his own good…

And heshouldbe the perfect distraction. He looks up at me with an arched brow, and I raise a hand to wave him off as my eyes glance up at the television.

Why in thefuckis he watching reels from last night?

Andwhy in the fuckdoes it have to be stuck on the second Zander yanked me to him?

I can see it in slow motion—his body reacting, leaning into me. The way he tensed before practically melting.

It’s more than that, though. For the first time, I see his expression as he walks off the field.

Dazed.

Confused.

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