My Straight Linemate

Ben Pope arrives in Seattle with a championship ring, a reputation for good behavior, and far too many opinions about my game.

He is my new linemate, straight and uptight, convinced he knows what is best for the team, so I invite him to my hotel room expecting him to turn me down.

He follows me upstairs instead, then insists he is only curious.

Now he texts all day, stays over, kisses me at the door, and sits through dinners and games while looking ready to bolt if I call it dating.

I like him even when we are dressed, and I am trying to give him time.

I am falling for him anyway, and I do not know how much longer being his experiment will be enough.