Chapter 32

When they break apart, Dante rests his forehead on Ryan’s and stares into him, his hand curving around the back of Ryan’s neck to keep him here. A smile toys at the edges of his mouth and under that intense gaze, Ryan feels his cheeks heat up again. “Damn,” he whispers. Dante laughs, breathless.

“You ever been kissed before?” Dante wants to know. He speaks low because it’s just them—the rest of the world has disappeared.

With a shy smile, Ryan admits, “Not like that.”

Dante’s response is another kiss, this one just as tender, and then another, and another. Somewhere between one kiss and the next, Ryan’s nervousness slips away and the next time their lips part, he tells Dante that he likes him, too. “I sort of figured that out,” Dante replies.

That sets them both giggling and leads to more kisses.