Chapter 177
Andy put his hand over his heart. “Right here,” he said, “but not quite the way you’re thinking.” He tugged Scooter in for a kiss. “How much do you love me?”
“There’s not a measurement big enough in the universe,” Scooter said. He teased at Andy’s mouth light, with his tongue, tasting of champagne and those little sandwiches that had been piled high on a crystal plate.
“Good,” Andy said. He kissed lightly along Scooter’s jaw to whisper, “We’re going to Atlanta for Christmas.”
“Oh God,” Scooter said. “You…holy shit, how did you…you brilliant, beautiful, silver-tongued…” Scooter stammered for a moment, then lifted Andy up and spun him around like a kid in the park, kissing him the whole time. “God, I love you.”
Andy laughed, kissing him back and enjoying the whoops and catcalls of their gathered friends at the display. “I know,” he said.
“I am going to kiss you stupid,” Scooter promised, setting him back down.