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I tilt my head towards his The sides of our foreheads touch, near the temples “What were you before?”

“Price” He starts picking at his fingers “Toby Price”

“Hmm You don’t look like a Price”

“I don’t look like a Michaels, either”

“You miss him? Your dad?”

“I don’t even know hiive a crap about le letter Do people even still do that?” he asks suddenly “Write letters? Like, with their actual hands and a pen and a piece of das I do rearage with finger paints as a child” He lets out a derisive snort “I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have told me I needed to join a sport to become a real man”

I wrinkle up my face “Your stepdad said that to you?”

“More than once Is he right?” Toby turns his face towards ain “Should I join a sport?”

“You do what you want” I consider him for a moment “You’d look cute in a little soccer uniform”

“Would I?” A smile breaks over his face “Cute ‘Cute’ That’s a word I sure never expected to hear come outta your mouth”

I shrug, then imitate his accent: “Well, shoot,it”

Toby scoffs at me “I don’t sound like that”

I dive in for a surprise kiss Heht embrace as I deepen the kiss I knew this would happen I can’t get enough

When it ends, Toby stares at o in for one of those! I’m out of breath!”

I snort “So what do you think, huh? If you join a sport, I’ll join with you We’ll be teammates”

Toby stares atI can picture is you joining a team with me When would we do this?”

“I don’t know Isn’t there so? Think about it I e with the overrun Spruce pool full of pee in the su “Isn’t it perfect? It’s not really a sport, anyway It’slove affair”