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"This hurt my heart, and I soaked more than one tissue. But it was a raw and honest glimpse of emotional struggle that was superbly well done. Every step of the way through the darkness there was a glimmer of hope, plenty to make me smile or have a giggle or two, and offered a few surprises from this motley crew of footballers I adore."
-- Back Porch Reader
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"I missed us sharing a bed."
"Me too." Colin offered a tentative kiss, vigilant for any sudden tension.
Instead of shying away, Andrew slid an arm and a leg around him, bringing their bodies close together. "Also? I loved watching you play yesterday."
Colin tried to keep his cool as Andrew's hands began to wander. "Before I looked an eejit, you mean."
"You were a hero," Andrew said. "A hot hero."
Colin's pulse thumped harder at the feel of his boyfriend's warm, lithe body sliding against him. "Really?"
"Mm-hm." Andrew's fingertips slipped beneath the hem of Colin's shirt. "I wanted to run out into the rain and show my support in the filthiest way possible."
Images burst into Colin's mind, stoking his need. Still, he was torn. He didn't want to risk triggering another panic attack, yet he knew if he said no, Andrew would be hurt. He might even think Colin was turned off by what Andrew saw as his "weakness."
But maybe there was a way to make this less threatening.
Colin grasped Andrew's hip to halt his grinding. "Show me. I'll be you, and you be me."
Andrew looked confused. "Sorry?"
"Tell me what you'd do to me, and I'll do it to you."