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snugly against my neck. I turned my head and kissed his hair. I could hear the beat of music echoing from downstairs, and it surprised me—I had honestly forgotten there was a party taking place below us. It seemed nothing else in the world mattered beyond what Avery and I had found. Together . I smiled lazily, and Avery finally lifted his head to look at me, and I knew the dazed and oh-so-very-satisfied light in his eyes was reflected in mine as well. Avery smiled with such natural ease, it nearly stole the breath I had just managed to regain.
    My hand moved to his hair, which was damp as well, and he made a sound that was suspiciously close to a pleased purr. “You’re sort of amazing, Mr. Beckett.” He was so much more than merely amazing, but the way Avery grinned told me he was fairly delighted with the compliment, and I smiled. I couldn’t help it . I wanted to smile. Avery made me want to smile and laugh and make love with him again and again. It was impossible to believe I hadn’t wanted to attend Kappa Psi Delta fraternity’s Back to School Bash, but now I thanked God that I had, because it had changed my life.
    “You’re pretty damn amazing yourself, Mr. Lennox. I’ve met my match.” The way he said it told me exactly what he meant.
    “Yeah?”
    “Oh yeah. I have a good feeling about us, baby. A real good feeling.”
    “Me too,” I whispered. “A real good feeling.” He eased away from me then, and I felt the loss of his weight and the pressure of him buried deep inside me. It felt oddly like he was a part of me now, and I didn’t want to be away from him. Certainly, it was strange how quickly our connection developed, but I decided not to question it as Avery went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he had a washrag in hand. I happily watched each move he made as he perched himself on the edge of the bed, and using the warm rag, Avery quietly cleaned each of us. It was another remarkably gentle, caring gesture. Avery was so much more than even I had imagined; yes, he was beautiful and sinfully sexy, but he was also kind and gentle and thoughtful, and I was damn grateful we had somehow found one another. We were a truly unexpected match, the jock and the wallflower . Who would ever have imagined? Maybe it was possible for secret dreams to come true. I figured I might have to reevaluate some of my more cynical views in light of this new found happiness; being chronically cynical would be an unwelcome challenge when everything in my life felt so perfect, as Avery tossed the rag to the floor and crawled back into the bed.
    Resting on his back, Avery pulled me to him so my head rested comfortably on his chest and he cradled me close, his hand stroking over my hip lazily. “So, I know we’ve put the cart before the horse, so to speak, but I really would like to take you out on that date.”
    “Avery—”
    “I mean it. I want to show you how much I like you. I want to do the things couples are supposed to do together.”
    “Is that a good idea?” I asked softly.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, you’re in a unique position, being on the baseball team and all. If we’re seen out, chances are, people will talk.”
    “So?”
    “So, I’m pretty much openly gay and you—”
    “Don’t worry about that.” Avery pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Coach Harris knows I’m gay, and so does Brent. Neither have a problem with it, and if someone does, they can kiss my ass because I don’t care.”
    “I just don’t want to cause problems for you.”
    “You won’t. Unless you don’t want to see me again. If that’s the case, I have to tell you, you’ll be breaking my heart.”
    Laughing, I snuggled closer to him. “Believe me, I won’t be saying I don’t want to see you again, and I would love to go on that date with you, sweetheart.” Sweetheart . I had never used such an endearment before, but somehow, it suited Avery, and the way he hugged me tight told me he