When the team leaves the ice, Dante stands
and stretches languidly. “How long do you think we have before
someone else comes along?” he asks, and as Ryan starts to answer,
he leans down over him and kisses the words away. A quick kiss,
secret, and he runs a hand over Ryan’s hair, smiling. “You’re
coming back.”
“I am,” Ryan agrees. He touches
Dante’s arm before his friend pulls away. “I’m going to fill this
camera with pictures of you.”
Dante laughs. “Your coach will wonder why
you’re not working on the team’s site.”
Poking Dante playfully in the stomach, Ryan
tells him, “I’ve found something better to do.”
Dante catches his hand. “You found me.”
Raising Ryan’s hand to his face, he presses his mouth to the smooth
knuckles and grins, his lips curving against Ryan’s fingers. “M
