Page 4 of Swim Crush

“Let’s use the time we have to help me come up with something to say,” I suggested.

“He already likes you. He even gave you a Channing Tatum stripper joke-name with your drink, and he likes your unicorn shirt.”

“And he wears Andrew Christian underwear,” I added.

“Like your neon jockstraps?”

“Yes, like my neon jockstraps.”

“Well, what more do we need to know?” Logan grinned triumphantly. “He definitely plays for your team. I don’t see how he didn’t write that note.”

We proceeded to spend the rest of the evening arguing over the best way to approach Arturo, as if I were offering myself as a virgin sacrifice.

After almost an hour, the last customer left the shop. It was just me and Logan.

“Now’s your chance!”

Before I could even get out of the booth, the bell rang above the door. I turned briefly to see a purple-haired pixie of a boy saunter over to the counter.

And plant a big, wet kiss on Arturo’s lips.

I simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and cursed myself for getting my hopes up.

Logan said what I felt. “Guess it’s not him then.”

“Nope.”

“But we were right. He does play for your team. Secret admirers usually aren’t polyamorous, are they?”

“Don’t worry, Mikey. It wasn’t Arturo, but we’ll figure it out.”

Our bikes were stashed again and we were in the stairwell, almost to our floor.

“Maybe I should go by Mike. Mikey sounds like a kid’s name.”

“Whatever, dude. It’s cute.”

“Whatever yourself. Nobody calls you Log.”

“Well, maybe they will once they’ve seen it, huh? You know, you have a great ass.”

“Your mind is a whirlwind of ideas, Logan, and you just say all of them at once.”

I held the door open for him at our landing, letting him take the lead down the hall.

“It’s part of my immense charm.” Logan soft-punched me in the stomach. “Someone left a note for you!”

My eyes shot to the door and sure enough, there was another note, which Logan grabbed before I could. He shoved it in my hands, and practically yelped, “Open it! Open it!”

I wanted to apologize…kind of. I know the notes are probably creepy, but I don’t have your courage. Or muscles.

I’m never this forward. I guess it’s the anonymity that’s rewarding you with my honesty. I work out but am nowhere near as stacked. I’d ask for workout tips, but how would you get them to me? Lol.

Admiringly, Hercules (aka Harpocrates)

“Wow.”

For once, Logan was speechless. I was a little flattered.