Rio kissed Mark’s neck. “No.” Rio wouldn’t tell Mark he’d pegged him for gay from the beginning. Rio knew they’d never have come to where they were if Mark would have come across as the guy he was now. Rio would never have taken the time to get to know this wonderful man. He wasn’t Rio’s type. Rio now began to wonder what that really meant. If Mark had come on to him, the old Rio would have blown the guy off as a silly twink, maybe f****d him, and dumped him. He tightened his embrace.
After several more hours of dancing, Rio suggested they call it a night as they both had to be up early for lessons in the morning. However, as they came out of the bar, Rio stopped and looked up into the star-filled sky. “I don’t want the night to be over,” he said, turning to Mark.
“Neither do I.”
“Ever
