Chapter Five
Brody
Chapter- Brody
“You have to give me all of the details,” Jamie demanded, as she jumped onto the couch.
The movement had me almost falling over, and my freshly poured glass of red wine sloshing.
“Hey, watch out. I don’t want to get red wine on my white couch,” I yelled.
Jamie laughed, her long red hair swaying down her shoulders. “I told you not to buy a white couch.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I want to hear more about this sexy hockey player who wants you.”
Groaning, I closed my eyes for a second. “He does not want me,” I protested, and it caused pain in my heart.
Finn was everything I could ever want in a man. He was athletic, built like a Greek God, kind, and funny. He was also gay and proud. I, on the other hand, was still hiding who I was from the world.
“Okay. So, you told me he asked you out for drinks and flirted with you. Explain to me how that isn’t him wanting you?” She narrowed her eyes on me.
Jamie was my best friend. We met in middle school and found a mutual love for beach volleyball.
Growing up in San Diego, we spent most of our time at the beach.
In high school, we dated for like three months.
It wasn’t until our first kiss that I realized I was gay.
I loved Jamie, but not in the way she wanted me to.
When I told her I was gay, she had been so sweet and told me she had guessed it.
We’ve been besties ever since, and when I came to Louisville to work with the Stallions, she decided to tag along.
Now, she works at a rehabilitation center.
We are roommates, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.
Though right now, I could imagine her not bothering me about Finn.
Winnie, my pug, snored loudly at my feet, and both Jamie and I laughed. Winnie was a drunken purchase I made about a year ago. I found a woman selling pug puppies on social media and reached out. Before I could sober up, I had sent her the payment for the cute, chubby puppy in the ad.
“We are boring Winnie,” I said, glancing at my sleeping dog.
“Whatever, she’s always sleeping. You are trying to change the subject. Tell me about Finn,” Jamie stated more firmly.
“Fine. He’s breathtaking. Every time I’m near him, I get all giddy and excited. When he smiles, I just melt,” I sighed. “But I’m not ready to date anyone right now. Especially not someone I work with or who is so popular. He’s a celebrity. I don’t want the world knowing I’m gay.”
Jamie took my left hand in hers. “You are such a hot piece of ass. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You already know I will support you, and I am sure your family will be fine with it, too.”
Deep inside, I knew she was right. Still, I wasn’t ready for everything that came with being openly gay. And with a celebrity.
“I don’t know.” I bit my lip. “Maybe I will think about it. But guys like Finn probably don’t even want to date. I’m sure he’s got tons of guys he’s hooking up with.”
“Maybe,” Jamie shrugged. “Can you just imagine, hooking up with Finn?” she yelled out.
Jamie was too animated about this. The problem was, I could totally imagine hooking up with someone like Finn: his soft lips trailing kisses down my body. My tongue, licking up his chiseled chest as his hands stroked my dick. Okay, I needed to stop thinking about this.
“It would be amazing,” I finally agreed. “But not realistic. Now, can we stop talking and watch our show?” I asked, turning on our latest favorite reality housewives reality show.
Jamie pouted, but once the yelling and screaming began on our show, she quickly forgot about the drama brewing in my own life.