Page 91 of Game Changer
“Right. Yeah.”
“Hey,” Kip said shyly. “I love you.”
Scott smiled and sat on the bed, any tension he had picked up that day leaving him. “I love you too. I’ve never said that to anyone before. Besides my mom.”
“Me neither. Except Elena sometimes, but that’s different.”
“It feels good to say it to you.”
“Yeah,” Kip said. “It does.”
Scott grinned stupidly at his phone and imagined Kip doing the same thing.
“So...” Kip said. “How’s Jalo?”
“Jalo is great. Everyone loves him.”
“I’ll bet. I saw him being interviewed on ESPN. He’s kind of bonkers hot.”
“Off the record? Yes. He is.”
Kip laughed. “I’m pretty jealous of your job. Just hanging out in locker rooms with ripped, sweaty men.”
“Well, you’re not gonna like this: Jalo’s my roommate tonight.”
“Okay, now I really am jealous.”
“You have nothing to be jealous of.”
“Maybe I should hop a flight to Columbus. See if you and Jalo wanna make a sandwich outta me.”
“Oh my god. Kip, stop.” Scott was turning beet red in his hotel room. Jalo was histeammate! And now he was picturing the three of them—
“Jesus,” Kip said. “Now that’s all I can think about. I might have to wrap this call up. Unless you—”
“No. He’ll be back any minute. I can’t. Not tonight.”
“Your loss,” Kip said in a low voice that went right to Scott’s dick.
“Knock it off,” Scott said. “Soon. I promise.”
“I’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. Call me after?”
“I’m getting on a plane to Detroit immediately after the game. But the Detroit game is in the afternoon. I can call you after that.”
“Such a long wait,” Kip sighed.
“I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“I miss you already. Send me a photo after we hang up, okay?”
“All right. You too.”
They said goodbye and hung up. Scott snapped a quick selfie of himself lying back on the bed. He tried to make it a little sexy. He sent it to Kip and got an immediate reply.
Kip: I meant of Jalo.
Scott laughed.
