Chapter 40

“I do. But I’m not completely sure in what way. The truth is important to me,” I said. And it was. I wasn’t totally sure how I felt about Mathias either. One minute, all I wanted to do was kiss him. In the next moment, though, I wanted to race him across his huge backyard, back and forth in the water, or jacking to ejaculation. I wanted to cream his ass—so to speak—and then tell him right afterward that his house, his car, his clothes, his pool, and the guy who mowed his lawn were all fucking ridiculous. The jealousy issues, which I fully recognized as such, were my problem, not his, and I certainly couldn’t say all that. Therefore, I just went back to Cal. “This whole Olympic dream was me and him at first, right? And I’m glad you get to be in on it. Don’t get me wrong. But I…I’m sad he doesn’t.”

“I understand.”