They didn't tell anyone. That was the plan, unspoken but mutual, arrived at somewhere in the fog of that first night on the couch — not because either of them was ashamed, but because both of them understood, without having to explain it to the other, exactly what they were risking.
It turned out keeping something secret from twenty guys who saw you six days a week was a full-time job on top of an actual full-time job.
"You're doing the thing," Marchetti said, three days later, sliding onto the bench next to Reese during a water break.
"What thing?"
"The thing where you're trying really hard to look like you're not thinking about something. It's the opposite of subtle, for what it's worth."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't." He grinned and skated off before s
