He calls a little before 9:30, like he said
he would. Just came in the door too, from the sound of it, he’s
breathless and tired, Ryan can hear it in his voice. “You need to
get to bed,” he tells Dante. “If you’re going to skate
tomorrow—”
“I’ll be fine,” Dante promises.
Lowering his voice, he says, “You’re all I thought about
tonight.”
The words trill through him. Ryan’s never
had a guy tell him that before. After their interrupted tryst last
semester, Noah never mentioned it the few times he passed Ryan on
campus, never stopped to tell him he thought about him, never
stopped to ask if he wanted to get together again. Ryan lies on his
bed, stares at the ceiling, listens to Dante’s breath in his ear
and remembers his kisses like candy, so sweet and so damn
addicting. This is
