Chapter 15

Bruce

I didn't want to ruin Diego's big day. So I stayed hidden.

But I needed to see him—had to see him—so I went to the principal and pleaded for camera access, told him I was too sick to attend.

He agreed. And from my laptop, I watched Diego dominate the tournament.

He was incredible. Focused. Precise. Beautiful.

He beat those schools like he was born with a bow in his hands, and fuck… it turned me on so badly I couldn't sit still after he won.

I cracked.

I released my pheromones, knowing his nose would pick them up instantly.

They did.

And now?

Now we're in the changing room.

His shirt is on the floor. He's in nothing but boxers. I've taken my tee off and my scent is thick in the air, curling around him.

Diego is scenting me—hard. He's straddled my lap on the bench, face buried in my wrist, moaning softly as he inhales like my scent is oxygen.