Fletcher looked over at a shirtless Taylor as he held two white polos up, trying to decide which to wear. Gretchen pointed to the one on the left with navy blue stripes.
“I think so,” Fletcher told her. “I have to finish packing, but I’ll send you my flight information. Maybe you can have Lauren pick us up from the airport,” Fletcher suggested.
“Sounds good, sweetie. I’ll see you when you get here.”
Fletcher hung up and put his phone in his back pocket.
“Was she excited to hear from you?” Taylor asked him carefully.
“She was excited to know that you were coming,” Fletcher told him, sounding indifferent, but quickly smiled as Taylor walked over and kissed him on his cheek.
“Are you excited that I’m coming?” he asked Fletcher softly. Fletcher couldn’t help but blush. God, he was so in love with Taylor. Like crazy, sickly in love. He wanted to be attached to him at all times.
“So excited. Don’t forget your swimsuit,” he grinned. Taylor smiled and pressed a few chaste kisses to Fletcher’s lips.
So. In. Love. How the hell was he going to spend two weeks in Florida pretending they were just friends?
Fletcher wrapped his arms around Taylor’s waist. “No springs,” Taylor warned.
“Yes springs. You made me go death hiking.”
Taylor shook his head with a petrified look in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have told me about the gators and the snakes.”
“If you’re coming to Florida without knowing the golden rule then you’re an idiot. You’re welcome for saving your life.”
“No way you’re swimming with snakes and gators,” Jesse called out from his room.
Gretchen let out a laugh. “I feel like it’s common sense that there are gators and snakes everywhere. Haven’t you seen the crazy Florida wildlife videos?”
Taylor made a pouty face. “Your state is evil,” he told Fletcher.He thought it was so cute how much of a big baby Taylor was. Actually, it was funnier than it was cute. The guy despised basically any sort of wildlife that wasn’t warm-blooded. He decided not to tell Taylor about the scorpions, silverfish, iguanas, and all the other lovely Florida creatures. He didn’t think Taylor would even step on a plane if he did.
“It’s not too late to change your mind,” he assured Taylor. “I can’t believe I told Sánchez we were going to fucking Florida.”
“You’re not going to Florida without me,” Taylor told him. “And two weeks is too long to be apart. I might die, Fletch,” Taylor told him dramatically. Fletcher just looked at him with a giddy grin.
“You sound disgusting,” Jesse called out from his room. “It’s actually making me sick,” he whined.
“Oh, hush it,” Taylor sneered. “You’re just jealous you don’t get to go to Miami.”
“How big do you think Florida is?” Fletcher asked him with an edge of concern.
Taylor shrugged. “Can’t we just wake up early and take a day trip? It’s gotta be, like, three hours max, right?” The face Taylor made was adorable.
Fletcher wrapped his arms around Taylor’s neck. He ran his hands through Taylor’s hair. “Try six, honey. Miami is more of a weekend trip. Unless you wanted to fly.”
“How much would that set us back?”
Fletcher chuckled. “My family has a private jet.”
“Holy shit,” Jesse called out. “I didn’t know hockey players made that much.”
“They don’t,” Gretchen told him from Taylor’s room with an eye roll. “Fletcher’s family is just rich.”
“We’re comfortable,” Fletcher said casually. Taylor scoffedand gave him a quick punch to the stomach and Fletcher folded over in pain, coughing up air. “What was that for?” He whined.
“We’re comfortable,” Taylor mocked as he walked back over to his suitcase and continued to pack.
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