Torin laughs. It’s quiet and shy, just like everything else about him. “I have some cash,” he offers, pulling out his wallet.
I shake my head. “Nah. I invited you. My treat.”
He bows his head, trying to hide his smile and pink cheeks. “Thank you.”
I nod. “Ready to go?”
“Yes.”
We get to our feet and head for the car. “I’m only a mile and a half from here.”
“That’s convenient,” he says.
“It’s dangerous,” I counter. “I work out longer than most of the team, just to work off the calories I consume here. But it’s so good.”
He grins. “It is.”
“Okay, let’s go home.”
I lead him to my car and open his door for him. Not going to lie, I’m enjoying seeing the way his cheeks flush all the time. Now is no different as he climbs into my car. Once he’s completely inside, I shut his door and round to the driver’s side.
“Should we get your car now or later?” I ask as I climb in.
Torin shrugs. “It’s up to you. Now is probably better so you don’t have to leave your house again.”
“I don’t mind at all. But I don’t want you to feel trapped or anything. I don’t want you to feel like youcan’tleave when you want to.”
I’m pulling into traffic, so I only catch his shy smile from the corner of my eye. “I don’t feel trapped, Hugo,” he says, voice quiet.
Since he seems indifferent to it, I drive us to my house instead of back to the arena. I’ll make sure he doesn’t stay too late because he has a long drive home. An hour! I can’t even imagine. All that time driving. Ew.
I don’t hate driving, but unless it’s for some greater purpose—like a trip or visiting someone—it just feels like such a waste of time. Especially when it’s just work you’re going to and from.
It only takes us three minutes to get to my house. It’s right inside a subdivision. Shutting off my car, I hurry around the other side and pull open Torin’s door before he can. Once again, I get to see his pretty cheeks pinken. He has such fair skin, so the pink is incredibly obvious. And adorable.
“Here we are,” I announce as I close his door. “Not a forever home because who knows where that’ll be.”
“Do you know where you want to live when you retire?” he asks as I lead him to my door with my hand on his lower back.
I shake my head. “Playing with L.A. has been amazing. But it’s not just the great seasons we’ve been having and now that we have an equally awesome coach. It’s because I’ve never had friends anywhere else like I do here. I can’t imagine living away from them, but I know realistically, once we all retire, the likelihood that we’re going to be living as close as we do now is slim. We’re from all overthe country. So yeah, I don’t have any plans. I try not to think about it at all.”
We’re inside my house now. We kick off our shoes and then I make a pitstop in the kitchen to drop the food off on the counter. I don’t like to put really warm food in the fridge, so I leave it to cool a little more.
“Want a tour? Then we can hang out in the den. I have movies and a big TV. There’s also game systems in there if you like games.”
Torin nods. “Yeah, sounds good.”
I bypass the living room. It’s become a room where I just take my dates, since I don’t use it for anything else. I have three other gathering places that I use for entertaining, instead. There’s a den on the first floor where my friends and I usually hang out.
I point it out, but then get sidetracked by my project room. “Oh, look at this!” Pushing open the door, I step inside, pulling Torin with me. My brand-new 3D printer is sitting like a time machine on its table.
“I just got this software that stitches together images and can make a 3D image of anything for me. There’s a scanner there, but I also use a camera sometimes. Then I have this bridge software that turns the 3D image into a file for the printer software and I can print anything!”
To prove my point, I take my most prized printing that I’m incredibly proud of making successfully off the shelf—an exact replica of my hard dick. I hand it to Torin with a huge grin.
His eyes go wide. His cheeks heat so much that the red runs into his hairline and down his neck. “Is that…?” His eyes flicker to my pants and then back to the cock.
“Yes!” I exclaim. “It’sexactlylike the real thing! Like this vein is perfect and everything.” I trace my finger along the vein.
