I climb under the covers and snuggle into him as he wraps his arms around me, his breath tickling the back of my neck.
"You realize you've kind of made my day here," he murmurs softly.
"Never realized you had a kink for getting sexually rejected."
I canfeelhis smile as he kisses the spot where my hairline meets my skin. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being brave and telling me how you feel. I should have done it sooner myself."
"What do you mean?"
There's a slight pause. "I've liked you for a while now."
"So why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I was going back home, and I assumed you'd be staying here. Didn't want to pursue anything that didn't have a future."
"Because long-distance sucks?"
"It's the worst."
"I agree."
"You're not just moving back home for me, though, right?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
"But my enticing giant dick…"
I grunt through my teeth. "I'd move to Mars for that giant dick."
"Just as I suspected."
I roll over to face him, needing to look into his eyes as I say, "Ireallylike you, Scooter. More than I've ever liked anyone in my life."
He skims his fingers along my newly shorn sides, lingering over the close-cropped hair, his eyes brimming with sincerity. "I really like you, too. Last thing I expected, but you have a way of creeping up on a person."
"You make me sound like an infection."
His lips stretch. "Infections can be good."
"Nope. Wrong. Always wrong."
He laughs. "Okay. Bad choice of words. But I'm falling for you, Cabot, and I'm so happy we're going to give this a proper shot."
I smile then kiss him, happy and excited for sure but also worried about the shitstain that is Riff and what bullshit he'll come up with next.
Will my one-night mistake cost me a chance of lasting happiness with Scooter?
11
Scooter
My new post-KUWTVlife starts tomorrow, but right now, on what's meant to be a special day, Riff fucking Kruger is doing his darndest to ruin the last few scenes I'm filming, interfering even more than usual, setting everyone off, and creating a toxic atmosphere on set.
Cabot is beside himself, tensing up whenever Riff approaches with one of his many notes, wincing whenever the sleazebag touches his shoulder, or arm, or back, completely unnecessarily. If we weren't surrounded by cast and crew, I'd punch the pervert in the face. But that would only draw unwanted attention, and I don't want to do anything to make this already bad situation even worse for Cabot.
