“I was not going to stay in the room while you had sex; that’s disgusting.” He rolls his eyes.
“I gave you headphones.”
“You can stay in our room, Fletch,” Brooks begins. “But you’re sharing a bed with Jere. I don’t share my bed.”
“Unless it’s with Olivia,” Jaxon mocks.
“Because she’s my girlfriend… and she’s hot,” Brooks argues. “You guys are gross and sweaty.”
“You’re just mad because the last time we shared a bed, I hogged all the covers,” Fletcher replies.
“And you like to cuddle.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Fletcher’s brows furrow, and I laugh.
“I’m not gonna cuddle with you, Fletch,” Brooks adds. “It’s weird.”
“Why’s it weird?”
“Just let it go, Fletch.” I pat his back.
“What? A guy can’t cuddle with his friend?”
“The only friend I will approve of you cuddling with is Tate,” Declan pipes in.
“Lucky for me, I didn’t ask for your input,” Fletcher grumbles, drying the sweat off his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought it wasn’t weird to cuddle your friends?” Declan crosses his arms.
“I know what you’re doing, Sanderson. You’re implying something, and I won’t tell you guys again, Tate and I are just friends.”
“Even though you made out in high school and almost hooked up?” Jaxon’s eyes narrow. “Doesn’t seem very platonic to me.”
“We were both heavily drunk,” Fletcher argues. “Our team just won nationals. We were celebrating, and we kissed. It meant nothing, and when we talked the next day, it was clear we both regretted it.”
“I think a lot more would’ve happened if I didn’t throw up on the couch and ruin your moment,” I begin. “I’m just saying, if youboth thought that kiss was awkward, you should be thanking me for not letting it get any further.”
He rolls his eyes, peeling his gear off.
“I’m waiting.”
“I’m not thanking you, fuckwad.” He whips his jersey at me. “I don’t know how this conversation landed on me. We were talking about Zeke hooking up with Whitney. Get back to that. I’m gonna shower.”
“So, Whitney?” Jeremy asks.
“Maybe if you all sex lives of your own, you wouldn’t be so wrapped up in mine.” I slam my locker shut with a smile. “I’m showering.”
“Be careful!” Jaxon yells after me. “Fletcher’s a cuddler.”
Ididn’t sleep with Whitney while we were in Ohio last weekend. I thought about it. I really did. And I guess you could say I tried to. It just wasn’t what I wanted.
Don’t get me wrong, I was turned on, but it felt like something was missing. Whitney didn’t seem to mind; she was cool about it, which I appreciated. We hung out in my room since Fletcher took it upon himself to find different sleeping arrangements.
Whitney did give me a bunch of shit about my heart being ready to settle down, and that’s why I didn’t want to sleep with her. Like, what kind of bullshit is that? Can’t a guy just want to have phenomenal sex?
Not that Whitney and I don’t have a great time when we get together, but fuck, sleeping with someone that your body just seems to connect to is where it’s at.
The most annoying part with this Avalon thing, aside from my body not getting as excited as I used to when it comes to sex with just anyone, is the fact that every home game is going to make me think of her.