Page 78 of The Forever Vault

Wait.

Luke: You weren’t laughing at my dick, right?

Luke: Just that I sent it?

Cam: Wow. Someone’s insecure.

Cam: I can post it to my story and brag about it if you want.

Okay, whew.

I knew he liked it. Well, of course he liked my dick, but he also liked the message. All this texting made it hard to keep things straight.

Luke: I don’t think your fans would like that.

Cam: The intactivists would. They’ll love your dick.

Where did he pull that from?

Luke: Okay, steering the ship back on course.

Luke: Good luck on the floor. You guys are the team to beat.

“I have to pee.”

“Can you hold it for like two minutes?” Austin asked. “O’s up first.”

Erika turned to her brother and pulled his hoodie strings tight. “If I piss my pants, I’m using your hoodie to cover up.”

“Deal.”

Isaak, despite being glued to his tablet most of the time, was super attentive as soon as Erika stood up after O landed his final tumbling pass. Austin asked if she needed any more help, but she said if it was going to take more than Isaak to lift her off the toilet, they’d call the fire department instead.

I couldn’t help but notice Remy relax once it was decided Austin was staying put.

“He’s last on the pommel horse, so she should be back in time,” Austin said, seemingly to himself.

Cam was last to go for the team on the floor exercise. Up next was Miles, who had really performed well tonight so far.

Miles had both Hudson and Woodward talking to him, though once Woodward stepped away, Hudson sat next to Miles and put his arm around his shoulders. I guessed he was trying to calm him down. While Miles didn’t show it as much as Ezra did, I was sure he was just as terrified of screwing up.

I’d be willing to bet no one else noticed, but it was sweet in a way, watching the two of them. Of course, I needed to stop thinking everyone was a couple just because they were a little affectionate with each other. Based on that logic, Ty and I should’ve been a throuple with Cam a long time ago.

I was happy Miles had someone he could rely on. Declan liked Hudson, so he had to be a stand-up guy. And I knew Miles had lost both parents at a young age and was raised by his grandmother, so he didn’t have a big family. It made sense he was close to his coach. I mean, I was close with Shane. He was like the big brother I never had.

Miles was even shorter than Cam, so he looked tiny walking onto the open floor of the arena. Even from a distance, his breaths were quick though it looked like he was trying to maintain control.

The cloud of anxiety I was imagining around him seemed to dissipate as soon as he nailed his first pass. The briefest of smiles flashed as he stuck the landing before he started the next pass. I always liked seeing that moment for a gymnast. I had plenty of them myself.

Damn, he was smooth. For a smaller guy, he still had power, but the best feature of his routine was its fluidity. To put it bluntly, he was graceful as shit.

“He moves like a fuckin’ hummingbird,” Colton blurted out.

“Of course he does. He’s gorgeous,” Erika added, making her way back to her seat, Isaak in tow. Her comment kept Isaak’s eyes from going back to his tablet.

Even Remy was captivated. I watched his eyes widen as Miles completed a split press to a handstand smoothly. People who didn’t watch gymnastics enough were always impressed by what we could do with our bodies, and Miles was no exception.

Once he landed the final pass and saluted the judges, a huge smile appeared and he let out an uncharacteristic whoop of enthusiasm. He practically leaped off the podium into Hudson’s arms. Coach and the team were there to congratulate him as well, even Preston, who seemed surprisingly social for a homophobe. A likely side effect of being broadcasted live to the world. Annoyingly, he also happened to be performing well tonight.