Chapter 15
Sometimes, Scooter thought it was deliberate. That Chris would create this long moment just as Scooter walked into the room. Chris would be paying attention to his phone, or reading a book or newspaper, a breathless eternity for Scooter to just stare, without having to school his expression. And then it would end. Chris would look up and smile that hundred-megawatt smile, like seeing Scooter was absolutely the best part of his day, and call out, “Hey, kid. How’s life treating you?”
For eight years, Scooter had both hated and lived for that moment where there was no one in the world except him and Chris.
Christian f*****g Sharpe, who’d seduced an entirely willing seventeen-year-old Scooter Stahl one summer, and then dumped him like trash the next year. Who brought his “assista
