Abigail seemed positive Asher was gay, and I wasn’t so sureIwas a hundred percent straight, myself.
I didn’t think about dudes sexually in the slightest. Not even Asher.
Well…
I mean, he was a pretty boy, but everyone thought that. I was allowed to think a dude was good-looking, right? Plus, if I were into dudes, I’d know by now.
Nah, I wasn’t into Asher. I was just very protective of him. I’d always been protective of him. Even when we first met when we were sixteen, I’d go nuts on the ice if someone hurthim.
Did I get like that with the other forwards? Not really, but Asher was the center.
He’s critical to the team.
That’s it. I figured it out. He was my best friend, and I was really fucking protective of him because we needed him to be in top form on the ice. Plain and simple.
The moment my existential crisis subsided, Asher walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist.
His red hair, usually messy and pushed forward, was wet and slicked back. I could see the entirety of his face. He had such a nice face. Soft and sweet. Freckles covering his cheeks. He had awesome cheekbones, too.
Damn. He is fucking pretty.
Droplets of water reflected the light, illuminating the curves of his muscular form. His upper body was built like a V, with wide shoulders tapering down to a slender waist. The towel wrapped around his lower half hugged his ass perfectly.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
He had his back to me, so I had a perfect view of the freckles on his shoulders and arms. I wanted to walk over and bite his shoulder. I wanted to grab his waist while I thrust my hips into his—
Holy fuck!
I leapt out of bed, gasping for air. It couldn’t be true.Theo Moretti isn’t gay. I love tits! Nothing gets me going like a hot honey who’s got it down bad for a hockey bro.
But, as I turned to look at Asher shimmying into a pair of boxer briefs under his towel, the very real possibility of me being attracted to my friend started becoming increasingly likely, because all I wanted in the world was for that towel tofall.
And then it did.
The globes of his muscular ass were on full display, and my traitorous boner came back for round two of “Time to Ruin Theo’s Life.”
Asher hurried to pull up his briefs, “Sorry! My bad.”
“Don’t worry, dude. Just like the locker room,” I said.Just like the locker room? What am I even saying?My heart was pounding, and my boner was growing harder the longer Asher took to get clothed.
Jesus Christ, get dressed, Asher!
But I also didn’t want him to get dressed. I really, really, really didn’t want him to get dressed.
That sweet little ass is about to be in my bed.
My God! Where did that come from? Nurse! I need a defibrillator!
I had to get out of there.
“Forgot my water!” I picked up the full glass of water on the nightstand, praying he didn’t see it, and ran downstairs.
I didn’t know what to think anymore. I was gay for Asher. I wanted Asher.
And he’s in my bedroom!
I made my way to the kitchen, trying to figure out what on God’s green Earth I was going to do about this when I heard, “What’s wrong?”
