“No, no, sorry, Ry, no.”
“What? André its okay, I wan—”
“No, no.” André said firmly. He grabbed a towel and limped out of the room. Ryan followed, but André entered his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Ryan stood in the hallway, dumbfounded. What had happened? Fate had taken over and did what Ryan had been afraid to do: let André know he wanted him. André’s response had been full and strong, as strong as Ryan’s. Then this.
The dogs, which had been lying on the floor in the hallway during the bath, stood next to the man, seemingly puzzled by their master’s shutting them out. Not knowing what else to do, Ryan took the pack downstairs and out into the night for their walk.