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ELI P.O.VI woke up at six AM with Mason still asleep in my bed, his face peaceful, one arm thrown over his head.He was beautiful in the morning light. Vulnerable. Mine.I slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake him, and made my way to the kitchen to start coffee.My phone sat on the counter where I'd left it last night. I picked it up and saw several missed texts from my friend Jordan.How was the date?Did you sleep with him?You better not be reading these in front of him. Put the phone down and focus on the hot quarterback.I smiled and typed back: Date was perfect. He's still asleep. And yes, we did. It was incredible.I'm happy for you. But Eli, be careful. This is moving fast. Make sure you're both on the same page about what this is.I know. We talked. We're taking it slow.You had sex with him on the second date. That's not slow.Okay fine. We're taking it emotionally slow. Physically we're moving at warp speed.Just don't get hurt, okay? Former NFL player with no e

MASON P.O.VFriday morning, I woke up thinking about Eli.Which wasn't unusual. I'd been thinking about him constantly since Wednesday night. About the way he'd touched me, the way he'd looked at me, the way being with him felt right in a way nothing else had in months.I texted him around ten AM.Still on for tonight? Should I bring anything?The response came back almost immediately.Just yourself. Come around 7. I'll have everything ready.Can't wait.I spent the day restless, unable to focus on anything. I tried to watch game film from my old team, but my mind kept wandering. Tried to work out, but my leg wasn't cooperating. Finally gave up and just counted down the hours.At six-thirty, I showered and dressed. Dark jeans, a fitted navy shirt, cologne that I hoped wasn't too much.I grabbed a bottle of wine on the way—I might not know much about dating men, but I knew showing up to dinner empty-handed was rude.I arrived at Eli's building at exactly seven PM and took the elevator

ELI P.O.vAfter Mason left, I sat on my couch with my head in my hands, hating myself.He was right. I was self-sabotaging. Pushing him away before he could hurt me.But the fear was real. The stakes were real.My phone rang. Jordan."Hey," I answered."You sound like shit. What happened?"I filled him in on the fight, on my conversation with Dr. Chen, on all my fears and doubts.Jordan was quiet for a moment. "Eli, I love you, but you're being an idiot.""Excuse me?""You have a connection with this guy. A real connection. And you're sabotaging it because of what-ifs and maybes. Yes, he's new to being with men. Yes, there are professional risks. But none of that matters if you actually care about him.""Of course I care about him—""Then act like it. Stop looking for reasons why it won't work and start focusing on making it work. Or you're going to lose him before you even really have him.""What if he realizes I'm not what he wants?""Then he realizes it and you deal with it. But El

MASON P.O.VI stared at the text message, reading it over and over, my heart hammering against my ribs.Saw you at dinner last night with your physical therapist. Interesting. Does your agent know you're dating men? Does ESPN? Might want to think about that before you sign any contracts. -A Friend"Someone was watching us," I said, my voice hollow. "Someone followed us to the restaurant. Or was already there. And they took pictures or... fuck, I don't know."Eli grabbed the phone from my hand and read the message again, his face pale. "This isn't just someone who happened to see us. This is deliberate. The mention of ESPN, your agent, the timing right after you got that offer. Someone's trying to leverage this.""But who? And why?" I stood up and started pacing, my bad leg protesting but I couldn't sit still. "I'm not even playing anymore. I'm not worth anything to anyone. Why would someone care who I'm fucking?""You're still a public figure," Eli said. "Former NFL quarterback, poten

MASON P.O.VMy meeting with Brad took place at his office downtown. I'd been here hundreds of times over the years, negotiating contracts, discussing endorsement deals, planning my career trajectory.This time felt different. Final.Brad was in his fifties, sharp and savvy, with silver hair and expensive suits. He'd made me a lot of money over the years. Had been more than just an agent. He'd been a mentor, sometimes a friend.Now I had to tell him I was dating a man and being blackmailed for it."Mason," Brad greeted me warmly, shaking my hand. "Good to see you. I'm glad you called. I wanted to follow up on that ESPN offer. They're eager for an answer. What are you thinking?""That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," I said, sitting down in the leather chair across from his desk. "But it's complicated.""Complicated how?" Brad leaned back, his expression shifting to concern. "Is this about the injury? Because I've assured them you're recovering well, that you'll be able t