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“I’m going to choose to believe that,” Hayes replies.

“I thought you told me you werescoringfor Hayes tonight. Not getting an assist.” Mads joins us.

“I saidwithHayes. I’m scoring tonightwithhim,” Rylan counters, inspiring a round of laughter from all of us.

“Good game,” Eric tells them.

“How’s the ankle?” Mads asks. He’s really one of the kindest, most chill guys I’ve ever met, but then Rylan is too.

“Getting better. No more crutches, thank fuck.”

“You’ll be doing yoga with us in no time.” The goalie grins while Rylan shakes his head and mouths,“Don’t do it, man.”

“I’m not flexible at all. You might need Anthony for that shit,” Eric says.

“Wait. How do you know Anthony is flexible?” falls out of my mouth.

“Because he’s a dancer?” Eric answers. “Don’t worry, husband. I only have eyes for you.” He wraps his arm around me, and I freeze.

Mads and Rylan look at each other, probably wondering if they missed a step. Anthony and Hayes snicker.

“Not in a romantic way! We’re married, but not for the reasons you think. He only calls me husband to be funny. You know, ha-ha. That silly Eric.” Why can’t I stop talking?

“You guys are married?” Rylan’s brow furrows, his eyes darting toward our hands.

“No rings. I’m bummed about that.” Eric frowns.

“I’ll explain later,” Hayes tells Rylan.

“Wait. Can we get back to how incredibly flexible I am?” Anthony winks at me, and as his question leads to sex jokes, effectively changing the subject, I let out a relieved breath. He did that for me, and I can’t thank him enough.

“Come on, man. We need to head to the locker room.” Mads drags Rylan away.

“I’ll see you at home, baby!” he calls out as if it kills him to be away from Hayes for one second.

“I thought they knew we’re married?” Eric asks.

“Anthony and Hayes do.”

“Well, and now Rylan and Mads do as well,” Hayes says. “I can’t promise my boyfriend won’t talk about it all the time. Hope it’s not supposed to stay a secret,” he teases, but then, knowing Rylan, I think he’s serious.

Eric’s brows draw together. “Does it have to stay a secret with our friends? I thought we said—”

“What? No. It’s just…we’ll talk about it later.” I feel like the more people know, and the more it’s talked about, the bigger the possibility that my brain will confuse what this really is.

Maybe Anthony is right. I have some questions to ask myself. Maybe I should figure out why I’ve worked so hard to build these walls between me and Eric.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Eric

So…I’m gonna suckDonovan’s dick tonight.

I really want to drive him wild, want to know what he tastes like and how he likes to be touched. I know everything else about him, so it’s about time I start learning these sexual things about him too. If you ask me, all it can do is make our relationship stronger.

“I bet I’m gonna be good at giving head,” I tell him on the drive home.

“Full of confidence, are you?” he teases.

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