Page 88 of Game Changer
He shook his head. What if it was too much? Ithadto be too much, right? If he told Scott he was in love with him now, Scott would have a week away from him to think about how weird that was. Kip could imagine Scott returning from his trip to tell him that it wasn’t going to work out between them. It was devastatingly realistic in his mind.
Not fucking worth it.
He traded places with Scott in the bathroom and got himself cleaned up. He inspected the mark Scott had left on him. Scott hadn’t been kidding about how big it was, but Kip was very happy with it.
He returned to the bedroom, where Scott was already wearing most of a striking gray suit.
“I do appreciate the NHL’s dress code for team travel,” Kip said, admiring the way the perfect tailoring showed off Scott’s broad shoulders and trim waist.
“That makes one of us,” Scott grumbled. He tied a Windsor knot with the ease of someone who had done it countless times since childhood.
As Kip retrieved his underwear from the floor, Scott said, “You said last night that you know some good clubs.”
“Yeah,” Kip said. Scott had once again said something he had not expected at all. “I do.”
“I was just thinking. Do you...go to clubs often?”
“No, not really. Not for a while now.”
Scott seemed to relax a little, which was weird. “Oh. Okay. It’s nothing, anyway. Forget I said anything.”
“Scott,” Kip said. “Are you trying to ask me if I’ve been hooking up with other guys while we’ve been...?”
“No!” Scott said, way too quickly. “I mean. I guess. Yes. But not because—I’m not going to tell you not to. I know I’m not always available.”
“Scott,” Kip said again. He walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Scott’s ridiculous chest.
“I’m sorry,” Scott said. “I’m not...jealous. I just... I don’t know how these things work.”
“There aren’t any rules,” Kip said. “Unless we set some. But I don’t need any.”
“Okay.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since we met. Just for the record.”
“Me neither.”
Kip laughed. “Yeah, no shit.”
Scott laughed too, then he turned and kissed Kip.
“You’re enough for me,” Kip said. “More than enough. I have no problem waiting for you.”
“I know it’s dumb, but I’m really happy to hear that,” Scott said.
“It’s not dumb. And to be honest, I think I’m developing an addiction to reunion sex.”
Kip let Scott finish packing while he got dressed. At five minutes to two, Scott was kissing Kip goodbye at the door.
“Text me whenever you want,” Scott said, “and I’ll call as much as I can. Video. I’m bringing my iPad. We can Skype. Maybe even—”
“Yeah. I’d like that.” Kip pulled him into another kiss. It was so hard to let him go. Harder than it had been before.
“Okay,” Scott said finally, picking up his suitcase. “I’ll see you. Nine days.”
“Nine days.”
“Bye.”
