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Amos

“Come on in,”

I said when Owen knocked at the door. “He’s in the shower.”

“Is he mad?”

I shrugged. “Not sure. He hasn’t said much.”

“You’re a dumbass, always such a dumbass. Why didn’t you let me or Jason stay with him last night? He’s going to be livid.”

“I-I don’t know, Owen. It seemed like a good idea last night. I…”

I stopped and shrugged again, not sure what to say.

“Well, when he gets out of the shower, tell him Jason’s cooked breakfast for us. Yes, before you ask, he’s made extra bacon for you.”

I chuckled despite the tense situation. I’d stayed with them off and on over the past two years that they’d been together, and I always ate more than Jason cooked. I had an athlete’s body, meaning I could put away a lot of food.

“I’ll let him know,”

I said, and Owen sighed, then left me alone again.

I flipped through my phone, ignoring the multitude of requests for interviews or comments about the league’s actions. Someone had leaked my being benched to the press. Because, of course, they would. I didn’t have enough on my plate as it was, right?

It seemed like forever before Tommy re-emerged. His slender frame was accented by the tight T-shirt and gym shorts he wore. I should be ashamed, but my mouth watered as I stared at him.

“What?”

he asked when I didn’t look away.

“Um, just…”

I looked up, making eye contact, and sighed. “I’ve really missed you.”

Tommy deflated and sat heavily on the sofa across from me. “Oh shit, Amos. We really have to talk.”