Page 79 of Floored By Love

“Maybe about half. I haven’t heard the exact numbers. Why?”

“Just curious, Coach.”

“You know you guys can still go to the village. Hang out, eat, whatever. We certainly don’t like that we’ve taken that experience from you, but we wanted you to be safe.”

“Uh...this is perfectly okay, Coach. I’m fine with it.”

“How are you doing, Cam?” Noah asked.

He gave him a thumbs up. He looked as much in awe as I was.

“Ooh, no one else is here. We can find a room first!” I squealed.

Cam laughed and shook his head, and held up his notepad.

Our room.

“So, I...uh, take it you two are back together?” Noah asked.

“Yeah,” I said. Cam came to stand next to me and held my hand. He returned my squeeze.

“Have you told your parents yet?” Shane asked.

“I was actually going to do that once we were settled, but no time like the present.”

“You going to text or call?”

“What’s the point of calling, Shane? They never pick up anyway.”

“Fair point.”

“You’re still good to be my coach, right?”

“Of course, Luke.”

Cam and I took the master suite off of the living room. We figured we were the only couple and the veterans on the team. I didn’t think anyone would have a problem with it, and it would give us some privacy. I jumped stomach first onto the bed and started to type. Cam slid next to me on the bed, snuggling with my body, his chin resting on my back, right arm holding my torso tight to his.

I started typing.

Luke: I’m choosing Cam. We’re back together. I let Cassandra go. I should’ve chosen him four years ago. I want you in my life, but it has to be on my terms, not yours. I hope you’re still coming to London.

I clicked send. “And now we wait,” I said, turning over so Cam’s arm was across my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair. It had grown out, enough to have a part. Not like Ty’s or anything, but he could definitely flip it now, though one of the sides was still short. Cam lazily stroked my obliques through my shirt.

I thought the hard part was over, but if my parents truly cut me off, I had only a little savings. I’d have to contact Andrew Christian and make sure my dad didn’t have his hands in that. Not that I thought he’d fuck with it, but I didn’t know what he’d do honestly. At least I already graduated. I’m sure they’d kick me out of their apartment, but I didn’t want to stay in New York anyway. I wanted to move back to Florida. I thought it was too soon to ask, but I hoped Cam’s future plans included me somehow.

Cam sighed, so I asked if he was okay. He responded by lifting my shirt and kissing my stomach, before grabbing the notepad off the nightstand.

I’m going to need to see some of what you demonstrated on these fruits and vegetables.

My dick woke up at the thought and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips. I watched his hand run up my leg and under my shorts, reaching up to my jockstrap. I looked down at him and then watched as he concentrated, working his fingers underneath the tight fabric.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, as his fingertips touched my dick for the first time in so long. He was in the middle of repositioning his fingers around my dick when I heard the knock from the hallway.

“Fucking hell.”

“I’ll agree with that,” I replied, as I felt his hand withdraw. “And also, shhh.”

I heard Noah said he’d get it, and then the telltale voices that signalled the boys were back echoed through the suite.