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I do make sure that we’re somewhere secluded when trying anything. I was being honest when I said I would keep him in the closet. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun when I’m surenobody else is around. It’s a good thing really that we get up so early every morning.
My nights are for homework and practicing. Either soccer or music, or in his case football. But the mornings are ours.
The other main reason we haven’t slept over is the game I’m witnessing now. It’s the Thanksgiving game and he had brutal practices leading up to this one, according to my homies; this game is a big deal.
Thanksgiving doesn’t mean much to me, never having celebrated it before, but after our run yesterday, Ty stuttered with a blush on his cheeks that he was sorry he couldn’t take me home for Thanksgiving to have dinner with his parentsas his boyfriend.It resulted in me nearly choking on my water and spraying his entire counter as he viciously slapped on my back.
It wasn’t the boyfriend thing that had me choking. I immediately showed him by sliding my hand in his shorts and stroking him to orgasm against his kitchen island while kissing him senseless, that Ilovethat he called me his boyfriend. I was also happy that we are the only early risers in his house.
No, the choking was because I had no clue whatsoever that he was engaging the idea of coming out to his parents, of telling anyone besides Missy and Lamar that he’s with a guy now. That he has aboyfriend.
He doesn’t need to come out. Not this soon. I’ll take him any way that I can, back inside the closet or not. I don’t want him to rush into anything because I’m so damn afraid I’ll fuck this up… Or that he finally comes to the conclusion that he prefers boobs and that it indeed was a glitch, that he’s not into dick at all and he jeopardized his career and his family and friendships over an error.
But the way he’s looking at me right now completely makes that thought dissolve into nothingness. It’s not an error, this thing between him and me. It can’t be. Not while he’s standingon the side of the field, his helmet in his gloved hand after throwing a pass that resulted in the winning touchdown, and he’s only staring at me instead of celebrating with his team. His hair is disheveled, sticking out all over the place, his face is sweaty and he has dirt everywhere, but he’s never looked more real to me as his gaze is locked onto mine, that small private smirk playing on his lips.
And Iknowhe’s staring atme, because thanks to him and Lamar; me, Missy and Ava now have front-row seats and are only mere feet away from all the action. Missy in question keeps elbowing me, but I just can’t help but grin back at Tyler, completely dazed and so proud of my man for bringing in the win.
“He’s outing himself,” she seethes between her teeth, and I snap my gaze her way.
“What?”
She nods at the giant screens in every corner of the enormous stadium, where I’m seeing my own flushed face on the left, and in the box on the right is Tyler's, still looking puppy-eyed my way. I’m even wearing the damn jersey with his number on it which I’ve got since the beginning of semester.
Oh fucking shit.
But as I’m thinking about it, suddenly Missy appears on the screen, standing up and waving enthusiastically in what appears to be Tyler's way, a flirty smile on her face. Tyler’s gaze seems to shift, and he actually blinks in confusion before composing himself and giving her the broadest smile I've ever seen on his face.
“Nice save,” I thank her as she blows a kiss Tyler’s way. He looks momentarily confused, but then proceeds to pretend to grab it out of the sky and blowing one back.
Snort. He’s such a doofus sometimes. But at least we’re covered for now. I hope.
“That was a close one,” I mutter as I make myself comfortable again on the plastic chair. The team is now leaving through the tunnels to their locker rooms and me and the girls once again prop our feet up to wait before most of the mass left the stadium, nursing the last of our drinks and eating the last of our nachos.
“Yes, I know. You’re welcome. You need to look out in public, you know. People are watching him. And you are not exactly living under the radar yourself.”
“So, it’s true then?” Ava chimes in, leaning over Missy to look at me. “Are you officially dating Ty?”
“Didn’t you know that already?” I inquire. “It’s not like you didn't laugh about it at practice on Monday.”
“You had a hickey. You never told me from whom you got the hickey. But thanks for clarifying.” She smiles very brightly at me. “You guys are mighty pretty together. Oh, you would do great on socials! Will you keep it on the downlow? If not; I already have some ideas on how we can use this for more interaction and–”
“Woah. No,” I interrupt. “We’re keeping it a secret. Please donotpost anything on social media. Ever.”
She looks a bit hurt by that. “Oh no, I wouldn’t without your permission. I was just thinking out loud. But you could've told me you know. Icankeep a secret.”
I give Missy a look at that, raising my brows. So she kept her word and didn't even tell Ava. Not that she had to keep it for long, because me and Ty are not very good at hiding this relationship. He just almost outed us to the entire state by onlylookingat me. And we’re not even a week into this thing to begin with.
“This is a clusterfuck waiting to happen,” I say with a shrug. “I find it hard not to look or touch him in public. And I’m afraid this is just the beginning of it and it will only get worse.”
“Well, if you value his privacy and his career, I would recommend keeping it under wraps. It’s not like you guys have a very long expiration date anyway,” Missy says.
“What?” I frown. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. We’ve barely even started this thing, why would I think of quitting? Or do you really do have such a low opinion of me? I know I’ve never dated much, but I do want to try this for real, you know me better than that.”
Her gaze softens. “Oh, honey. I do. But do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Again; what do you mean?”
“I see the way you guys look at each other–shit, the entire stadium almost saw it–and I do believe you have something real going on. But what will happen next year? Have you thought of that?”
