While Kyle was losing himself in Eric’s handsome face, Kip darted behind the bar, bumping up against Kyle. He grabbed a pint glass and started pouring himself a beer, but Kyle stopped him. “Get out of here. You’re drunk.” Kip rolled his eyes dramatically. “Fine. You pour it.” When Kyle handed him the beer that he absolutely did not need, Kip leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Love you.” Kyle’s shoulders stiffened. “Love you too,” he said quietly. His gaze followed Kip helplessly as he walked away with his drink.
