He’s stepping out of the shower when his cell phone rings. With slightly damp hands, Ryan grabs it off the counter and his heartbeat picks up speed when he sees Ian’s name on the screen. It’s been two weeks since he left Ian’s apartment after a night and morning of s*x, and they’ve been texting, but this is the first time Ian’s called.
“Ian?” Ryan asks, trying to calm his heart as he wraps a towel around his waist with one hand.
“Are you available tonight?” Ian asks.
Ryan knows, despite their friendly and often not-work-related texts, that Ian isn’t asking about his schedule for a date. “I have dinner with my mother, but I can cancel. She says it’s important, but she always does.” Ryan had told Ian what his mother was like, how politics came first for her in everything she did, even rai
