I finally finished this story. Hooray, hooray! I thought I would never be able to find an ending, lol. I had almost given up on this fic. So I really hope you’ll like this ending here. =) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EPILOGUE 2 months later Justin’s POV “I still can’t believe that you kissed me in the middle of the field.” I giggled, unpacking another box of cleats. (I guess, I had too many of them) Now, two months after our "spirited" talk I was moving in with Brian. I had decided to leave Cleveland and play for Teddy’s team again. But since I didn’t have an apartment here anymore, Brian offered me a place to stay. It should be momentary only till I had found an own house. But I was sure that I would never ever move out again - at least not without him. (hee) “Yeah, but it was the only right thing to do.” Brian grinned back. “And your former teammates were very enthusiastic about our little scene as well. Their applause is still clanging in my ears.” “Well, they were just happy that I finally found Mr. Right. Not all straight guys hate us, you know?” I told Brian a bit about my time in Cleveland and how the others tried to find somebody for me. “But if I am your Mr. Right, how could you think that I ever wanted another boyfriend than you?” Brian wondered after I had finished my little story. “Jealousy makes dumb, I guess. Besides…” I playfully hit him. “You told me yourself that you would be together with that Finnish guy!” “Just to make you jealous.” “And it worked!” I growled at him. But then my voice got almost shy again. “And you are sure that there was nothing serious between you two?” I don’t know why I still had some doubts about it. Maybe it was because the thought of him and that guy being together in a relationship almost killed me. But Brian carefully took my face between his hands. “Hey, don’t worry. He was just a trick, nothing more. Believe me, you are the only one that I want to have as my boyfriend.” He looked deep into my eyes, so I could see his sincerity. “But if I had known your reaction at my attempt to make you jealous, I wouldn't have tried it. Damn, I could have lost you forever and I probably had never found out the reason why.” “I’m sorry, Bri.” I sheepishly lowered my look. “I guess I had my blonde moment then. Besides, I was very hurt. You hadn’t have the best reputation then. And I thought you only wanted to get me into bed. That’s why I ran away.” “I can’t blame you for that. I really have been a little slut before you came along. But still you should have talked with me before jumping to conclusion and disappearing.” “I know and I’m sorry for it.” I kissed him softly. “But fortunately I still came to my senses and knew that I had to fight for you.” “Thanks god. Speaking of fights, tell me, why did it take us so long to get together? Why did we always fight so much? We should have saved all that energy for something better.” He winked at me and I glanced at my watch, knowing exactly what he wanted. Hmm, we didn’t have time for it anymore because we still had another match soon. But then, on the other hand, if I wore him out, he wouldn’t be that fast anymore. Hey, just because he was my boyfriend now, it didn’t mean I would let him score all the goals now! With that plan in my head I dragged him into our bedroom. Okay, there was one hitch though. I wasn’t exactly motionless in bed either. And later at the match we both were worn out so badly that we hardly could move. Ted enacted a ban of sex before our matches then. But if we complied with it, is another story. (hee, hee)