Page 252 of His Hungry Wolf

“I’ve seen you play. You’re very good,” the older man gushed.

“Thanks,” Nero said looking away bashfully.

“And Kendall, here, is one of my most promising students.”

“I am,” I confirmed. “Probably his best.”

I have no idea why I said that. But it broke the tension. At least for those two.

“I don’t know about all of that,” my professor joked. “But he’s very good. You should be in good hands with him. Should I leave you two to get to know each other?”

“I don’t see why not,” Nero said looking at me like I hadn’t spit in his face and kicked dirt on him as I walked away the last time I saw him.

“Very good. Then I’m off,” the glowing man said before leaving us alone and closing the door behind him.

We both stared at each other. It would have been the worst thing in the world if he wasn’t so goddamn hot. Seriously, how could someone be that good-looking? The guy oozed sex. I considered what he looked like naked.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked me smiling. God did he have a great smile.

I thought I was sweating before. Now I was practically standing in a puddle.

“Are you hot in here?” I asked. “I mean IT! Is IT hot in here? Do you want to get out of here? Let’s get out of here. I need some fresh air. I can’t breathe in here.”

“Are you okay,” he asked concerned.

“I just need to take a walk. Can we take a walk?”

“Whatever you want,” he said dripping with small-town southern charm.

We left the practice facility and walked back to campus in silence. Halfway there I realized I wasn’t going to be able to walk away from this, so I headed to a bench and sat down. Nero sat next to me. I could smell him. He smelled like leather and musk. The scent made my dick hard. What was I doing getting hard for a football player?

“How did you know?”

“How did I know what?” I asked still not looking at him.

“That this was my favorite spot. I don’t remember telling you that the night we met.”

“This is your favorite spot?” I asked finally turning towards him.

“Yeah. I stop here every day after practice. Practice is always a lot, you know. Everything can be a lot. So this is the bench I sit on to get my thoughts right.”

I looked around. I hadn’t spent much time on this corner of the campus during my years here. But it was a beautiful spot. There were more trees here than any other part. And with the colored fall leaves blanketing the ground, the scene looked like a postcard.

“What is it that gets to be a lot?” I asked suddenly feeling calmer.

Nero’s smile disappeared. “You name it. Practice. Classes. Adjusting to stuff. Having feelings I probably shouldn’t have.”

I stared at Nero wondering what those feelings were. “Can I ask you something?”

“What’s that?”

“Are you gay?”

Nero shifted uncomfortably. I don’t think he was prepared for the question.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t wanna tell you.”