Chapter 7

Because he isn’t. No way. No how. The message just hasn’t gotten from his brain to his dick yet, but it will.

Grabbing his towel, Rory turns away from Chase with what he hopes is a nonchalant, dismissive air. “Not interested.”

“Hey, no, wait. I’m serious.” Chase reaches out and touches Rory’s shoulder.

Rory whirls and shoves Chase back. He stumbles, then steps off the edge into the pool. For one comical moment, his mouth forms a perfect O of surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief. Then he falls back into the water with a gigantic splash, showering Rory’s legs and feet with cool spray.

As Chase sputters to the surface, Rory heads for the locker room. He’s going to have to talk to the coach about keeping the pool closed while he practices from now on.

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