Chapter 14

“Krish.” Dane watches Randy prop his guitar in the doorway to the living room. “He’d like this place, I think.” With another nod, Randy reaches for the bag he wears. His hands rub against Dane’s chest as they ease beneath the strap but before he can pull away, the bag is over his head and gone. Randy sets it down next to the guitar and nods at Dane to keep talking. What was he saying again? Krish…“Yeah, he’d like the TV.”

Randy laughs. “Does he play, too?” Before Dane can reply, he points at his sweater and says, “You probably don’t need that in here.”

“Probably not.” Dane starts to tug the sweater off but Randy’s there again, hands sure and steady on Dane’s waist. Dane just holds his hands above his head like a child, waiting for the sweater to come off. He imagines he can feel Randy’s gaze on his chest—he knows he feels fingers beneath his ribs, then lower, tucking in his turtleneck where it’s come free from his jeans.