Scott's POV:
"Scott? Love? Did you listen to me?"
Tina clicked hers fingers in front of my face.
"What?"
"I asked you, if you were listening to me or not. You seem not concentrated past days. Is everything OK?"
"Sure I was. I'm so sorry, I am just tired." Liar. That should be my nickname.
"So what did I say?" She crossed her arms.
"Something about your art?" Honestly - I had no idea.
"Nice try. Actually yes, I was talking about my trip to DC. Remember? Exhibition?"
"I am so sorry again Tina, I am terrible fiancé." I tried to hug her, but she stepped back from me.
"You are! But I love you." She smiled at me. Finally!
"Me too..."
"I know... Anyway - I was telling you, that I will have to stay in DC overnight. My agent want to go on a dinner with some potential investors."
"Nooo. I don't want to be alone." I tried to sound dramatic. The reality was, that I couldn't wait for my private time. Don't look at me with your judging eyes. My life changed dramatically after I took that damn job as a coach of Longhorns. I should not take it. I should not meet him. I should not even think about him.
"I will come back hashtag soon, Scotty. You are a big boy, you can handle it."
"Yeah... Can you remind me the term?"
"Sure. I am leaving on Friday and come back on Sunday... Let's stop talking and start eating. I cooked your favorite."
I followed her to the dining room, lost again in my dirty thoughts. I have a weekend for myself. We are playing on Saturday, so basically not all weekend, but still. I have to prepare something.
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Mitch's POV:
I woke up disoriented and sore. Last night was simply too much for my poor butt.
I turned on my side and faced Beau. I was staring at him and trying to collect my feelings. If you think, that we are in serious relationship, you are wrong. I like him a lot, but I don't love him. He is handsome, kind and loyal, but he is also quite boring.
I stood up and went to take a shower.
Beau woke up because of the ringing of Mitch's phone. "Mitch! Mitchy! Somebody is calling you! Mitch!" Mitch couldn't hear him, so when he saw a DHL number, he picked it up.
"Mr. Grassi?"
"Yeah?"
"Till Sanders again, DHL. I have another parcel for you. Do you want to leave it in the bush?"
"Yes, thank you."
"No problem sir, have a nice day. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." A parcel? What did he mean "again"? Beau was confused and because Mitch was still in the shower, he went for that mysterious parcel.
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I came from the shower and my heart almost stopped. Beau was sitting on my bed and there was an unpacked parcel next to him. What if it is from the Tempter? What can be inside? He could send anything...
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FanfictionTo be a basketball star? A dream! To be a basketball star and a gay? Forbidden! To be a basketball coach? What a success! To be a basketball coach and a gay? Forbidden! To be a coach and fall in love with the player? FORBIDDEN!!! ...