Chapter 23

“No.”

“But you’ve wanted to,” Ian countered.

“I wanted to,” Adam admitted.

“Then come on, finish your martini, and we’ll check that one off your bucket list.”

Adam smiled uneasily. “Bucket list, huh?”

Ian flashed a grin in return. “It’s a short, lonely life. Let’s make the most of it.”

Adam swallowed the last of his drink, the alcohol bolstering his courage. “Do I get to lead?”

“Not tonight,” Ian retorted as he reached for his hand.

Adam made a face as Ian led them out onto the dance floor center, pulling Adam into his arms. Adam fought back the lump in his throat, finding solace by burying his face in Ian’s chest. Together, they settled into an uncertain rhythm, Adam guided by the thudding of Ian’s heart as they gravitated closer. Their boldness was spurred on by the music and the scant distance between them as Ian folded him tight in his arms. Adam closed his eyes, waves of self-consciousness urging him to run.