Page 96 of Rule 4: Never Get Stranded with a Sports Reporter

Someone has turned my heart into a balloon, and it’s going to carry me right up to the sky.

I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom. The bed is still unmade, and clothes are scattered on the floor. I cringe, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

I lift him in my arms and laugh when his eyes widen.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t tell my trainers.” I fling him onto the bed, then jump on top of him, sinking into his warm, soft flesh.

Jesus Christ, I’ve missed this. Missed him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Cal

The weight of Jason’s body on mine erases every miserable hour I spent thinking I’d never touch him again. His cock presses hard against mine, and I want to memorize every second of this.

“I can’t believe I didn’t come here earlier,” I say.

“You should have,” Jason grumbles.

I grin up at him, then he captures my mouth again. Right, no talking. Kissing is better. Way better.

He grabs hold of my shoulders and flips us over, so I’m pushing him into the mattress.

“You like that better, baby?” I ask.

His cheeks redden, but he doesn’t say no.

I kiss him again, harder this time, and when he moans against me, I know I’m doing it how he likes it.

The mattress is way better than the sand. It’s not too hot, warmed by sunlight, and there’s no chance of an insect crawling on it.

“Missed you,” he says.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore,” I promise.

Did I say too much? Jason is closeted. Is he going to worry I want a real relationship with him? Where we move in together and start talking about adoption and the merits of various Boston suburbs?

I don’t want to scare him away. I don’t want him to think I want an invitation to sit with the WAGS. I don’t want him to feel forced and ill at ease.

He’s just adjusted to the idea he likes guys.

I’m not here to turn his life upside down.

I’m here to make him happy.

To cherish him.

To do all the things other people failed to do before.

Because this, being with him in his apartment, is enough. It’s more than I ever hoped for. He’s grumpy, and he pouts, but there’s no one like him in all the world. I want to spend as much time with him as he’ll let me.

If it means I sneak into his apartment from time to time, that’s fine.

More than fine.

It’s great.