Chapter 17Christian had an elaborate plan. It took him two days to pin the details down just the way he wanted. He spent more money than he really had on the suite and the food. He had his tux cleaned. He didn’t want to leave anything to chance because he needed Trip. And then he had botched his entire plan by blurting everything almost as soon as Trip walked in the door.
Not that it mattered, Christian reflected as Trip took him into the bedroom. Plan or no, everything had worked out exactly as it should. He felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin, his tux—which had fit perfectly before—was far too tight, he could still taste Trip on his lips, and he ached. Two weeks. Two weeks was a long time. An eternity.
The bed was huge. Easily three times the size as some of the beds they h
