there were a lot of “good”s in that denial. kit didn’t bother with the correction that they’d fallen asleep on each other, after staying up all night playing video games and talking… and now nate was sitting here watching him do yoga and complimenting his looks…
nate shrugged, so kit couldn’t stop himself from prodding. “how is that possible, dude? how old are you?”
“so julian – that’s my ex – kept insisting that he and rafe were just friends, but… you know how that goes. my simsta-following all think he was too old for me, anyway. they’re kind of right.”
“oh yeah. sometimes they give out ship names and everything. but my fanbase wasn’t actually a huge fan of julian from the start. he was a professor and i was his ta, so we were kind of secret for a bit and…” kit trailed off, shaking his head. “anyway. i had to get out of his place asap after he moved rafe in and i found out they were hooking up behind my back.”
he liked the way nate listened to him, with full attention focused on everything that kit was saying. kit liked being the center of attention – was used to it, in fact – but with nate somehow, and for some reason, it was just better.
that revelation about kit seemed to leave nate in awe. he stared for a moment, completely stupefied, and kit was hardly surprised. most people assumed he wasn’t that smart because of his looks, or his flirtatious demeanor, or his ever present sense of humor… but he had a brain behind his beauty and he was damn proud of it.
“oh?” nate kind of chuckled and kit could tell he was freaking out a little bit on the inside. “is that going to be a regular occurrence?”
