Chapter 4

The sound of a crowd had always pushed him to do his best, so he was furious when a player from the other team rammed him. Purposefully. The guy was immediately pulled from the game, but not before he had whipped off his helmet, stalking over to stand only inches from Chad. The guy was massive. And hot as hell. He had emerald green eyes that sparkled under the field lights. Chad froze, his feet refusing to move. He gaped as the guy gave him a slow once-over and smirked before he whispered a sultry, “See you around.”

In that moment, Chad knew. Knew why he had never really cared about the girls in his school. Or why kissing a girl sucked for him. It had never occurred to him that he was gay. Well, at least that’s what he’d told himself through the years.