Such a life was difficult.
At least, that was what one blonde would insist on, even if no one else in the world would agree with him.
Because right now, Oliver Nox genuinely couldn't tell which way was up or down.
And sure, other people might say he was being dramatic. But those people clearly didn't have his apparently sensitive body. Or his situation. Or worse, his husband.
A husband who was far too observant. Far too capable. And absolutely unwilling to pretend to lose.
Who cared about respecting opponents?
At this point, Ollie would've taken pity if it meant getting a win.
And by "winning," he didn't mean anything complicated either. Just… getting Kyle to the same finish line that he personally kept crossing far too fast.
Like he was certain he was about to do now.
"Haaaaah—!"
Ollie's deeply flustered body suddenly seized.
