I place my head on AJ’s chest, and he strokes my hair.The world around me melts away.
Chapter 21
AJ
The sheer fact that the boss is accepting of us makes me want to accelerate my plan, but I don’t want to rush Kyle.No one should ever be forced to “come out.”I’ve always hated that term anyway.Why on earth should anyone need to “come out?”If you’re born a little extra fabulous, that should be applauded, not ostracized.People who are different are always looked at with disdain.Kyle is fast asleep on my lap.The world is good.I am the happiest I’ve been in a long time.I think we can make this work, and that makes my heart gopitter patter.
I shift Kyle further up the bed and plant a kiss on his forehead before heading into the bathroom.I take out my hair dye and start applying it.
Halfway through, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see Kyle, all sleepy eyed.
“Hey, handsome,” I say to him, and he kisses me on the cheek.
“Hey yourself.What are you up to?”
“Giving myself a makeover for tomorrow’s game.Do you think eyelashes and nail varnish would be a step too far?”
Kyle laughs, and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound on earth.He’s not one to show emotion, but here he is, with me, and laughing and showing me his perfect smile.God, I adore him.
“Depends on the color you’re thinking of.If you do your nails in the England colors, you could pass it off as Patriotism.”
“OrGay-triotic!”
Kyle doubles over with laughter, “Could you imagine all theAlpha malesdonning this look.It would be epic!You have to do it now!”
“Well, if you’re behind me, I have to do it.”I smirk at him.
“You want me behind you?”he asks, smirking back.
“Always.And you know, you’re as much a mouthful as I am.”
His cheeks flush red, and he closes the distance between us.Our lips collide, and our hands are roaming each other’s bodies.Kyle’s warm fingers sweep lightly under the waistband of my boxers, gently caressing my cheeks.I groan into his ear softly, and he grabs my cheeks harder.
And speaking ofharder.I feel his length against my own.
“As much as I want to do this, again, I currently have hair dye in my hair and I don’t want to burn my scalp.But I want to pick this up later.”
“Good,” he purrs.
And so help me god, I want to pin him against the wall and plough into him.Instead, I resist and say, “Hey, have you ever painted nails?”
“There’s a first time for everything,” he says, once again flashing me that Hollywood smile.
“Look at us, full of firsts!I’ll get it out of the bag.Good job I bought plenty!”
Lying on top of a luxurious bed that the England squad has paid for, next to myboyfriend?, while my purple-tipped hair sets in and my England-colored nails dry, is not something I expected to happen but had always, in a roundabout way, dreamed of.
His head is on my chest, and I’m twirling strands of his hair with my fingers.I hold my free hand up to the light and inspect his great work once again.
“You know, if this whole football protégé thing doesn't work out, you can always be my stylist.”
“Fuck off,” he says, chuckling.“Then again, if I stop playing, at least you’d get the Golden Boot.”
“I’m getting it anyway, don’t worry about that.”
He sits up and looks me up and down.Thenerve.“We’ll see,” I say.“Look, all I’m saying is, anything you can do, I will make it my mission to do it better.”
“Is that so?”he asks, raising an eyebrow.
