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“I think it’s safe to say a lot of people know who Chase Matthewson is.”

“Yeah, you’re right. From what I’ve been told, he holds a lot of awards or something.”

“I don’t doubt that. He was a wicked shortstop.”

“I’ve heard that. Unfortunately, I wasn’t into baseball back then and never watched him play. My dad was a fan and then I found out why.”

“Because he had a thing for him?”

“Which started after they fooled around in college.”

“Ah. Good old college experimenting.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, but look at them now.”

“Right.” Would that be me and Tyler? I knew I was falling head over heels for this guy, but would things progress further after he graduated college?

“So, if you know Chase, then you probably know of his friends Aron and Drew?”

Not only did I know of Aron Parker and Drew Rockland for many reasons—like their fight that turned into the media calling their love story one of ‘enemies to lovers’—I also knew they’d gotten married and had twin daughters. Their story had given me hope that Jonah would come out, since both Aron and Drew had continued to play after everyone knew they were dating.

“I do,” I confirmed.

“Cool. They’ve agreed to play in the charity softball game.”

“That’s awesome. I’m not gonna lie; I’m going to be starstruck when I see them. Is Chase playing too?”

“He is.”

And then it hit me. “Your dads will be at the softball game?”

“Yeah.” Tyler raised a brow.

“The same game I’ll be at?”

“Yeah?” he said again.

“I just …”

“Don’t worry. If you happen to run into each other, I’ll introduce you as my professor, not my sexy boyfriend.”

“You think I’m sexy?” I smirked.

Tyler snorted. “Fuck yeah.”

I punched on the gas.

* * *

Our hotel roomwas ready once we arrived in Anaheim and we didn’t hesitate to go straight there.

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I opened the door to the room.

“Not for food,” he replied, his lips crashing down on mine.

My fingertips roamed over the curves of his body as if I could memorize every inch of him and, oh hell, did I want to.

We fumbled together like two madmen, clothes thrown every which way before I finally got my man naked.