Chapter 48

“They’re going to ask you two to pose, you know,” she said from the second fawn leather couch in Mathias’s media room.

“Reed’s ass is better,” Mathias declared.

“Than yours? Let me see.”

“Than Ben Thornton’s.” Mathias stood and showed Caryn anyway. “And how cool would it be if we got to pose together, the first openly gay Olympic lovers?”

Caryn answered with an “aww,” and my heart skipped a beat. Mathias still saw us as a couple in four years. That was the cool part. The question was, though, considering Coach Keller’s decrees, were we one now? As it stood, my relationship with him rather mirrored the one with Cal, though the current prevailing feeling there was one of guilt, as opposed to any sort of longing and wishes for happily ever after. If I was in love with anyone, which was still sometimes back and forth, with trees and Morse code versus not feeling quite good enough, it was definitely Mathias.

“The track events must be like porn to you horny homos.”