“Let me guess, I would’ve known that if I was in Vienna?”
He grunts as he lies flat on the bench and does a set of flies.
I do the same, the stretch pulling at my chest, and my throat. “What about you? You gave it up too.”
“I made a choice for me and Merci.”
Still can’t believe he’s been playing with brain damage all this time. Part of me wants to tell Ryan, have him back Zach up, but it’s not my place.
I clear my throat. “Not sure if it’s what I want.”
He sits up, dropping the weights. “Hockey?”
I nod.
“Why?”
“Not sure if it’s what I really want. Like was it really my dream or something my parents decided. But I’m also not sure if I’m doubting everything because of them either.”
He grunts. “Take your time. Figure it out.”
“No shit, asshole.”
After finishing my last set, I put the dumbbells back. “So, I need your help with my contracts class. The latest fucking assignment is killing me.”
“Only if you don't fuck around like Reed used to.”
I laugh. Had one class with Jackson two years ago. He talked the whole goddamn time and never took notes. Swear, I have no idea how he passed. But he did.
With a high grade.
Zach looks at his hand, clenching and unclenching his fingers.
“It’s still bothering you?”
He shakes it out. “Hasn’t gotten worse. Been doing those exercises Harper’s brother taught me.”
“What’s he like?”
“Colder than Coach. More dominant. I can’t see him dealing with Viktor's shit.” Zach leans against the dumbbell rack. “What’s going on with you and Henneman?”
“Nothing worth discussing.”
Big fucking lie.
“Something happened.”
Lying to Zach is pointless. “Yes.”
“And?”
Ryan’s business is not for anyone else to know. We haven’t done anything sexual in the past three days. Butlast night he fell asleep curled up against me, his head resting on my shoulder. Considering he can barely handle being touched, that's . . . Fuck. I exhale harder than I mean to, my heart giving an extra thump.
Zach’s staring at me, waiting.
I scrub my hands over my face. “I like men. Or dick. Whatever.”
His eyes narrow.
