Chapter FourRIVERBROOK WAS DEAD silent as Dante made his way home. He took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air. A flicker of pink light threatened to break through on the horizon and Dante scrunched his nose at it. He hadn’t even managed to sleep yet.
He scurried inside and made his way to his room, crashing into the bed. He missed Tommy. It had been too long since he’d not dashed out of the room the moment he’d recovered after the orgasm. Even longer since he’d had s*x with someone he knew.
Dante made his life look amazing on the blog. Glam nights, exotic trips, lots of gorgeous men. The truth was not as impressive. He sighed, staring at his ceiling. He missed having a solid relationship. He hadn’t had one since he’d quit his job to start traveling and working more on his blog.
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