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God, the hottest man in the world is standing in front of me and I am wearing an apron and a strawberry baseball cap.
The man pointed a long finger at Kip’s name tag. “I like your name.” Kip glanced at his own name on the tag, as if he didn’t know what it said. Like an idiot.
They continued to eat in silence. And Kip, who apparently could not be cool about this, lasted all of a minute before he blurted out, “He knows my name.”
“Scott here is saving himself for marriage,” Carter said, placing a hand on Scott’s shoulder. “And he’s saving marriage for after he dies.”
“I did tell you and, if you want, later we can go to Olive Garden or wherever straight people go.”
Like, how Scott was ever going to think that Kip wasn’t worth it? If someone asked Scott what he’d be willing to give up for Kip, Scott’s knee-jerk reaction would be everything.
Elena hugged him and wished him luck. They’d had a long conversation before the game. Her opinion was that Kip and Scott were both idiots.
He needed to get out of here, or make peace with the fact that he was going to fuck Kip against a wall in front of god and Ilya Rozanov.
