Page 21 of One Touch

His eyes widened at my words. I hadn’t meant to reveal much, but it was out there. Miller stepped back, and he frowned.

“I would never share your business without your permission. Especially regarding your sexuality. No one should ever take that choice away from you.”

I swallowed at the sincerity in his words. I’d been ready for attack, but again, Miller surprised me.

“If you’re not going to tell people, why keep bringing it up? I’m not gay, and it’s not happening again.”

“You don’t have to be gay to like dick. There’s a whole slew of ways to identify.” He moved closer until his chest pressed into mine. “And why can’t it happen again?”

“Because I don’t want it to.”

“Hmm. Is that so?” He ghosted a breath across my neck, and I gripped the counter behind me like my life depended on it. If he touched my dick, I would be a goner.

Please, touch me.

Please, don’t.

God, I was a mess.

“Your eyes and mouth don’t agree, Silver Spoon. But I’ll let it go for now.” He stepped back, and I had to grip the counter tighter to not pull him back. What was wrong with me? Maybe I had mercury poisoning? I’d look up the symptoms later.

“You’re delusional. That was a fluke and won’t be happening again.”

“Thou doth protest too much, Silver. So before you go and tell me all the reasons why it won’t, how about you hear the reasons why it should.” He crossed his arms, and I whined at the loss of the view. Miller smirked but didn’t comment on my embarrassing sound. If my mother could see me now, she’d faint at my inability to control myself.

“Deny it all you want, but orgasms feel good, and if the score from the game last night is any indication, it helped you play better.” He lifted an eyebrow, and my smile dropped.

Was he right? I scored three goals last night and got a hat trick on my brother. I assumed it was because Landon was the goalie, and I always played better against him. We were competitive and worked twice as hard to best each other.

But what if Miller was right and my performance was because of him?

No. No. That couldn’t be right. He was just getting into my head.

“I don’t know why you’ve chosen to be celibate, but for me, finding a person I trust enough to be intimate with is hard. I’ve used apps but haven’t had much luck in Austin yet.”

Rage bubbled under my skin at the thought of Miller with someone.

“I don’t trust you,” I gritted out. If he kept talking, I was likely to do something out of character and kiss him just to prove a point.

What that point was, I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Miller rolled his eyes. “If you didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t have let me stay with you. Deny it all you want, but I know that much about you. You’re private and like your space. So having me here says a lot. You might not trust me a lot, but you trust me enough to know I won’t steal your silverware in the middle of the night or sell photos of you sleeping. We have a basic level of trust as teammates, and maybe more because of our shared history with your brother.”

I wanted to deny his claims, but he was right, so I stayed quiet. It was easier than admitting the truth.

“We could help each other out, Silver. Roommate to roommate. It stays private and just between us. Nothing more than physical release. I’ll show you how good it can be. I’ll let you relax that control you have and just feel for once. And if it’s an advantage in our games, even better. It’s win-win.”

“Not interested.” I shoved his chest and stormed out of the kitchen.

“You’re welcome for dinner,” he called after me. “Oh, and I fed Alaska earlier in case he tries to act like he’s starving!”

I paused and clenched my fists at my side. Being rude to him on my behalf was one thing, but my cat was my weakness. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and met his eyes.

“Thank you for the sushi and feeding Alaska.” I nodded and pivoted, hoping I could escape the rest of the way before he said anything else. I wasn’t that lucky.

“Invitation is open in case you get your eyes and mouth to agree, Silver Spoon.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I slipped into my room and shut the door. I rested against it and willed my heart to slow. I hated how Miller’s words echoed around my brain, rooting themselves and making me want things.

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