“And you’re a good meatball roller,” said Erik, kissing him back. Ryan turned around from Erik to take in his living space.
“So this is your room?” asked Ryan, gazing around the small single-windowed room with the slanted roof. “This is where you sat around dreaming about me and jerking off?” Erik laughed.
“Pretty much,” confessed Erik. “Also, where I study,” Erik pointed to his heavy bookshelf, loaded down with all kinds of thick books whose titles Ryan could not even pronounce.
“They’re all in Swedish,” said Ryan, picking one up. “Hey, what’s that A with a circle on top?”
“It’s a Swedish letter,” explained Erik. “One of the last letters of the alphabet.”
“Wow. Do I need to learn a whole new alphabet?” asked Ryan, stepping back toward Erik and reaching for his hand.