Page 109 of Game Changer
Scott: In the car.
Scott: Crossing the bridge. Traffic heavy.
Scott: Almost there!
Kip looked at his phone, waiting for another update. Would there be one, or would Scott just walk through the door...?
He rolled his eyes at himself. This was so silly. They were grown men and they’d only been apart for nine days.
Another text came.Just pulled up. See you in a minute!
Kip ran a hand through his hair, set his phone on the coffee table, and went to the door. He was in his jeans and a new dark green Henley shirt that he’d bought yesterday—an early birthday present to himself.
The door clicked and opened, and Kip only had a split second to take in Scott’s smiling face before Scott was on him. Kip was pressed back against the wall, Scott kissing him hard and hungry while he held Kip’s arms with his giant hands.
“Happy birthday,” Scott said when they finally broke for air.
“Thanks. I missed you.”
Scott smiled, and kissed him again.
Kip felt weak with happiness. It was so good to have Scott’s huge, solid body surrounding him.
“You did it,” he said when they broke apart. “You won all six games!”
“I was motivated.” Scott cradled Kip’s face in his hands, brushing his thumb over Kip’s cheekbone. “You said something about a reward?”
“I never said reward. I said I’d give you whatever you need,” Kip corrected him.
Scott kissed him one more time. “You always do. But today’s not about me. It’s about you!”
“Does that mean I get to unwrap you?”
“Yes, please.”
* * *
“I’mstarving!” Scott said. He was toweling himself off after the shower they had enjoyed together (and after the sex they had enjoyed together).
“Thank god,” Kip said. “Me too.” He frowned. “Um, you might not have much for groceries here.”
“Oh. Yeah, well, I was thinking...”
“Delivery?”
“Actually,” Scott said, “I was thinking we could maybe...go somewhere?”
Kip lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean...one lunch wouldn’t be too suspicious, right?”
“Right,” Kip said, a little less enthusiastic. What had he been expecting?
“So where do you want to go? My treat!”
Kip rolled his eyes but smiled. “I dunno. Doesn’t have to be fancy. You might know better than I do where you wouldn’t be bothered.”
Scott seemed to think about it.
