Chapter 12

That touched a nerve. Dante senses Ryan’s sullen anger and tries to think of some way to take it back, start all over again. I don’t know why I like you,he thinks, studying Ryan’s bunched jaw, but I do. This close, his skin still looks flawless, and Dante fancies he can see faint blue lines just below the surface. He thinks maybe Ryan needs to get out more—he’s in a wheelchair, true, but he’s not dead.Looking over Ryan’s shoulder as if he’s interested in the notebook in his lap, Dante lowers his voice and whispers, “Can you still get it up?”

Ryan’s eyes go wide and then he starts to laugh, breathy giggles that make Dante grin. “No one’s asked me that yet,” Ryan admits. Now he’s looking at Dante, finally, really seeing him for the first time, and the ice, the skaters, the crowd, even the race below all dissolve in the boys’ breathless laughter.

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