Miller
"I think I actually like Leo, but the problem is that he doesn't care. He told me Alaric is his fantasy and I'm just a reality he has to deal with. What the hell does that even mean? He's so nonchalant about it, Rhys. He's acting as if I'm a chore."
I looked down at the sink, staring at my knuckles turning white. "I'm a professional athlete. People pay to see me play. And he looks at me like I'm a broken piece of equipment he's forced to repair."
Rhys went quiet for a second, then tilted his head. "Wait. Did you two… did you fuck?"
I shook my head immediately, though the heat in my face intensified. "No. But we almost did. We shared a kiss… and it was… it was amazing. I wanted more that night, but he didn't, so we didn't go any further."
