O.B. lay on his back staring at the ceiling. Avery was snuggled against him, head on his chest, one leg draped over his. Coco was nestled on O.B.’s other side. It was the perfect picture of domestic bliss. And a big contrast to the life O.B. had been living.
Day after day, as the week had unfolded, O.B. found himself experiencing feelings and emotions he had never allowed before. Avery had gone from being a good f**k to a guy who was fun to be with, to someone O.B. now cared for—cared for more than he wanted to admit.
But now, as the effects of the beers at the restaurant abated and his overactive libido cooled following the great s*x he’d just had, the memories of the events of the day came flooding back, along with a distinct sense of confusion.
He thought back to just after the game
