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Surprise flickers through me. He has something urgent to tell me too?

Just as I’m about to close the messaging app, I see there’s another text from Liam.

Can you bring some food with you?The text says.I didn’t shop over the weekend, so there’s just cereal and coffee in my kitchen.

A chuckle escapes me.

Liam spent his weekend feeding me and taking care of me. It’s time I did the same for him and told him about the most amazing thing that’s happened to me since I started playing hockey.

Pulling my gym bag over my shoulder, I walk out of the locker room.

“Hey, Bastian!” Mitchikov calls out from behind me, making me halt in my steps.

I glance over my shoulder. “What?”

“We’re going out for a barbecue,” he says, grinning broadly. “You wanna join us?”

I shake my head. “Sorry, bud. I’ve got something important to do.”

Chuckling hard, he ambles toward me. “Something important? You mean like a tutoring session?”

My eyes widen at the implication. Does Mitchikov know about me and Liam too?

Still laughing like a maniac, Mitchikov heads back inside the locker room.

Surprise flickers through me.

Does everyone on the team know about me and Liam? And they’reallokay with it?

I feel dazed. My teammates know about my relationship with a guy and they’re just having fun teasing me. No one’s making crass homophobic jokes or attacking me for being gay.

Taking a deep breath, I walk faster. I’ve got to tell Liam about everything!

A cool evening breeze blows past me as I make my way across the grounds. I can’t wait to see Liam but first, I decide to pick some flowers for him.

I go to the supermarket that’s located close to Knightswood U’s campus. Since I’ve never bought flowers in my life, it takes me a while to locate the aisle.

I stare at the rows of lilies, roses, and other blooms that all blur together. Every flower looks pretty to me, making me confused about which one to pick for Liam.

My gaze falls on a bouquet of large sunflowers. They’re bright yellow and look so cheerful, they immediately remind me of Liam.

Liam Myers...my personal sun.

“Um, hi,” a hesitant female voice speaks up from behind me.

Turning around, I see it’s one of the store helpers.

“Do you need help picking something for your girlfriend?” the middle-aged woman asks with a kind smile.

“I already know what to get,” I tell her, grabbing the bouquet of sunflowers.

“Roses are more romantic, you know?” she says, stepping beside me.

“Roses, huh?” I mumble, staring at the big blooms in my hands.

“If it’s for a girlfriend, I’d suggest getting red roses,” she says, picking up a bouquet of long-stemmed crimson roses. “Nothing represents love and passion as these flowers.”

“Oh.”