Chapter 9
And then there was Rolf, where it was not only physical attraction, but some indefinable response to the man that still puzzled Neil.
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Neil was still turning these thoughts over in his head when he arrived back at his room in the dormitory.
As he was turning the key in the lock, someone behind him said, “How’d it go this evening—y’all?”
He turned to see a smiling Kip walking down the hallway toward him. The man was wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee with the Island Tours logo, a silhouette of a covered surrey pulled by a high stepping horse. The fact that the sweats clung to a prominent bulge just below the waistband was not lost on Neil.
Hey,” Neil said in greeting.
“Saw you come up the walk through my window and thought you might like some company.”
Neil smiled. “Sure. Come on in.”
He finished unlocking his door and walked into the room. Kip followed.
“So, how did how’d things go?”