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Just then, Brock's teammate Justin wanders into the restaurant. He glances at the menu, then spots me.

"There you are," Justin says with a grin, approaching me. "You and Brock are a thing, aren't you? He won't be upfront with us."

I blush. "Hi, Justin." I’ve seen him around campus with Brock a few times, which is how I recognize him. "You’ll have to ask Brock again."

Waxley freezes at the sight of Justin. "Oh... my God."

Justin lays eyes on Waxley, and it's like his soul leaves his body. "Who are you?"

"My name is Waxley," Waxley breathes. "Are you... on the football team?"

"The Rawdogs. I play with Brock."

Waxley scratches his neck. "If you ever, uh... Need a hole... Somewhere tight to keep your dick warm after a big game..."

Stella smacks Waxley's arms. "Smooth."

"I'll think about it, shortstack." Justin wanders back to the counter.

Waxley's eyebrows lift. "Did he call me shortstack?"

I pat Waxley's head. "He sure did. So cute."

Waxley preens. "I need to head to the bathroom. This hard-on I'm sporting won't relieve itself."

"Poor Emerson," I say as Stella and I watch Waxley hurry off. "He's missing out on so much."

"Some would say he’s dodging a bullet, but whatever."

"Don't speak about my friend Waxley like that."

"We were all thinking it."

CHAPTER16

BROCK

The air in the locker room is thick with sweat and testosterone. It's like a sauna in here, but I don't care because I'm surrounded by my boys.

We strip down, each of us revealing our toned bodies to one another. There are no secrets here—only friendship and acceptance. Justin takes off his shirt and Pablo whistles appreciatively at his sculpted chest, before taking off his own shirt to reveal a set of equally defined abs. Both have big cocks and balls.

This place reeks like shit, but it’s my favorite place on earth. It’s where my teammates and I come together and relax after football practice, talking about anything and everything. For me, it also serves as a respite from the grind on the field, of my duty as a leader.

I take my seat on the bench between them and they both look at me with curious eyes.

Justin is the first to speak. "What's up, Brock? You look a bit tense. Something up?"

I try to muster the courage to speak. I know that they're likely to think I'm crazy when I tell them.

"Well, it's about that guy I was texting the other day," I finally say. They both look at me with shock. I can tell they're not expecting me to say that; they undoubtedly believe it's some shit about football.

But I forge ahead. "ItisBlakely," I admit, "and we’ve been seeing each other."

Their jaws drop. They'd obviously heard the rumors before, but now, here I am, finally admitting it.

"We're in love," I add.

Justin and Pablo look at each other, seemingly unsure of what to say. They obviously can’t decide whether to laugh or give me grief.

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