Heat floods through me, and not from embarrassment, but anger at the words that were used. I’m still furious about it, though I know Camden doesn’t want any attention brought to him, and I told myself I wouldn’t do that anymore. “They’re assholes.”

He smiles at that, his fingers going over the strings rhythmically. “Yeah. But why did you get so mad?”

I shrug, but I don’t feel shame for sticking up for my best friend. “I just think it’s bullshit to call people names.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, but I don’t go into more detail. “Yeah. I guess we should all probably grow up a little.”

“Not being bigoted assholes is probably a great idea,” I say grimly, taking another swig.

He studies me carefully again, but he doesn’t say anything else, getting lost in his song as Bates gives him the death glare. Curiosity has me wanting to open my mouth, but I decide against it.

That’s their business.

Not mine.

Finally, after switching to water for the past hour, I talk Camden into going back to his house. His mom doesn’t have to work tonight, but I know he’d still rather be there than camping out, just in case anything happens.

When we sneak through the dark house, I can’t wait for his bedroom door to close behind us. He clicks the lock in place, and I reach for him, taking him into my arms. “That was a damn good last game, Prescott.”

“Better than QB,” he murmurs against my lips as I pull him into a kiss, already fighting to remove his thick team hoodie from his body.

“You’ll always be my QB,” I say against his mouth as we reconnect after I toss his hoodie. His hands slide underneath my shirt, making me hiss. “Fuck! You’re cold.”

“Shhh.” He laughs. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Asshole.” I push him toward the bed, removing my hoodie and shirt in one quick motion as he pulls his shirt off and lands on his back on top of the covers.

I know he’s still worried about this. But when we fool around, I’m not thinking about anything or anyone else. I kick my shoes and socks off before I walk to the bed, my breathing heavy as I undo my jeans, and my fingers tremble as I lower the zipper.

His eyes track the motion, and I watch his chest rise and fall. “Kingston . . .”

“I don’t really want to get jizz all in my jeans and underwear again. That shit was uncomfortable.”

He laughs nervously as he pushes up on his elbows. “Yeah. It was.”

I push my jeans down, leaving my boxer briefs on, not wanting to push him. His tongue peeks out, licking his lips as he eyes the bulge in my underwear.

“I guess I should probably take mine off too.”