Chapter Twelve
Kid stepped into the hotel room, his nostrils savoring a sweet, pine aroma. It was the best thing he’d smelled in a long time. This was also the nicest place he’d seen since he’d first arrived at Jerry’s.
Between the main living area and the adjoining bedroom, Kid thought the room might have been as big as the workout room at Jerry’s. The living area divided into two parts. On one side was a white-tiled kitchen, complete with a fridge, microwave, and coffeemaker. A black, marble counter separated it from the living area, where Kid and Treycore stood. A red leather sofa and cushioned chairs faced a wall-mounted flat screen TV.
Treycore went to the kitchen counter, and picking up a pen and a notepad that were placed on it, scribbled something down.
Kid meandered into the adjoining bedroom.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed.
A king-sized bed took up most of the room and faced its own flat screen TV. On the other side of the bed, a window stretched across the wall, looking out at the ocean, which glistened in the moonlight.
Kid raced up to the window, his eyes fixed on a beach as waves crashed against the shore.
Treycore came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his chest and tucking his nose against Kid’s face.
“You like it?” he asked.
“It’s beautiful!” Kid exclaimed, beaming.
“Maybe once we figure all this out, we’ll have to come back. You know, for a visit.”
Shivers rushed up and down Kid’s body. The thought of getting to spend more time with Treycore was exhilarating. He giggled with excitement. Spinning around, he planted a firm kiss on Treycore’s lips.
Waves of heat rushed through his body. His thoughts scrambled. He couldn't pull Treycore close enough. He wanted Treycore to be inside him. He wanted to never let him go.
Treycore kissed his way down to Kid’s neck.
Kid became so lost in the moment that he muttered, “I love—”
Treycore pulled back sharply.
“—Kinzer,” Kid finished. He was relieved that he'd managed to catch himself before saying “you.”
The words he’d almost uttered had startled Kid, but they were how he felt. Oh, what a dumb mortal he must’ve been. It was a trick of the mind, surely. Of course, after everything he had been through he would have believed that he was in love with the most beautiful man…well, immortal…he’d ever encountered.
It must have been something Treycore emitted—some magnetic power that betrayed Kid’s senses. Made him think they were more than they possibly could have been.
Treycore would have laughed—mocked him, even—if he knew how he felt. Even worse, he might never be allowed to fuck him again.
Treycore’s arms withdrew from around Kid. His face appeared frozen, stoic.
Kid couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Maybe he was just relieved that he hadn’t said his name. Or, maybe he knew that he was about to say his name and was horrified.
“Who was that guy you called?” Kid asked, desperately trying to get out of what felt like a wildly uncomfortable situation.
“Um…uh,” Treycore stammered.
Kid was surprised. He’d never seen Treycore at a loss for words.
Treycore headed back into the living area. Kid followed after him.
“My ex-girlfriend,” Treycore said. “You remember the bitch who—”
“Oh, I fucking remember.”
Treycore returned to the counter. He tore a page from the notepad and scribbled on the next page. Kid leaned against the doorframe between the two rooms.
