Page 102 of The Head Game

Wait, how long had he and August been together anyway?

Last season, the Cats hadn’t played Buffalo since before the bye week break.

Nico remembered sleeping with Sky last winter, then both of them admitting it was a bad idea to muddy their friendship with sex. He was pretty sure they’d stuck to that too.

So he and August probably got together sometime after.

Of course, maybe August was into open relationships? No. He didn’t seem like the type. Maybe they’d both slept with Sky or something? But that definitely didn’t feel right either and Nico had no memory of that.

Nico frowned. It bothered him that he had no idea what August’s sexuality was. Was he bi? Pan? Gay? It seemed like something Nico should know.

“Hey, Auggie,” he said, shifting closer and sliding a hand into August’s back pocket. “Were we sleeping together last season?”

He looked over, blinking. “What? No.”

“Huh.” Nico chewed on those words for a moment. “How many times have the Fisher Cats played Buffalo this season so far?”

“Once.” August frowned. “The game where you got injured. Why?”

Admittedly, Nico had never been very good at math but things definitely weren’t adding up now.

Why did Nico remember August hissing, “Well maybe that’s because you’re driving me insane! I thought we agreed we’d never see each other again,” at him in a utility closet in Buffalo?

That sure didn’t sound like a happily engaged couple.

If they weren’t sleeping together last season and this was the first game they’d played in Buffalo this season, the argument had to have happened at the most recent game.

But … but it was only early December now.

If they’d been caught kissing in Evanston in November and slept together for the first time that night … that only left a few weeks for them to have gotten engaged before Nico’s little trip to the hospital to have his brain scooped out of his head.

Sure, Dustin and Charlie had gotten married in Vegas last summer on a whim but that totally made sense for them.

For him and August? No. That was weird as hell.

Nico was in no hurry to settle down and August seemed like the kinda guy who planned out what underwear he was going to wear for the next year.

He wasn’t the type to impulsively propose. Or say yes to a proposal.

Which begged the question, who the hell had done the proposing? And why didn’t either of them have rings?

Why could Nico remember everything except this engagement?

“Nico?”

He snapped out of his daze to see his mother frowning at him. “What’s going on? Why are you asking August all these questions?”

“Oh, things are coming back in bits,” he explained with a shrug. “I wanted to make sure I got it all straight in my head.”

“Oh.” Her expression brightened, concern smoothing away. “Well, that’s great news then. I am glad to hear your memories are returning. Isn’t that wonderful, Anika?”

“It is.”

Noor smiled too. “I’m delighted to hear it too. Now, shall we all sit down and enjoy our dinner? Isa, you’ll have to clear away your laptop.”

“Yes, yes, sorry,” she said. “I’ll do that now.”

“Well, I kinda want to sit on the couch and watch the game,” Nico said.

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