“So, Camden, any scouts approach you at the last game? That was one hell of a game.” Kingston’s dad’s voice is enough to kill the semi-boner, and I’m thankful for that. Except I don’t want to talk about scouts and college.

“Nah, I’m not sure any were there.”

“That’s a damn shame. You boys played your hearts out.” My chest swells, knowing he’s proud of us. His dad is really the only father figure I’ve ever had. And despite some of the things I’ve heard come out of his mouth, I know he’s a good man.

I just don’t think he’d love that I’ve had his son’s naked body against mine.

Fuck, now I feel sick. It’s all so damn confusing. He’s been there. He’s supported me. He’s cared about me, but it’s the me I’ve allowed him to see. The football player. The tough guy who helps his mom as often as I can. The strong young man I’ve become, as he’s said.

But, if he were to know I’m gay, I wonder if it would all disappear. If he’d be hateful, or if he’d just ignore me. I don’t know which one would be worse, and that sick feeling only intensifies.

My gut clenches tightly, and I know I need a minute. I quickly excuse myself, heading down the hall to the guest bathroom, trying like hell to keep my cool. The thoughts in my head are too damn much.

But of fucking course, Kingston must have picked up on it because moments later, he’s knocking softly. “Cam. You okay?”

I open the door, letting him slip inside and pull the door closed as I stare into the mirror, gripping the counter, trying my best to breathe through it.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is wrapped in worry, but I can’t look at him. “Cam.” His hands move to my shoulders as he stands behind me. “Please.”

I force myself to turn around and face him. “Your dad. I just . . .”

“What? What did he say?” He looks ready to go full-on homicidal, and I don’t want that. I grip his hips in my hands.

“No. Nothing. He didn’t say anything today. It’s just . . .”

His hands move over my face, his eyes searching mine, and he seems to understand. “He has before.”

I nod my head slowly, feeling like shit for even mentioning it today. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not. It’s not at all. I’m so sorry, Camden. If he says anything at all, I swear I’ll . . .”