Chapter 33

At the door to his room, Dante gives him one last, long look, that slight smile still on his lips. “I don’t know if this is sudden to you,” he starts. Ryan shakes his head, no, it feels as if he’s wanted the boy for yearsalready, there’s nothing sudden about this. “But maybe?” Dante continues. “Maybe I can call you my boy, if that’s okay with you.”

Ryan laughs. “That’s fine,” he says. My boy,he likes that.

Dante leans across the bed for one last kiss. “So now you’re my boy, too,” Ryan whispers, and that gets them giggling again. “Go on,” he tells Dante. “You’re going to be late.”

“I have a good excuse,” Dante replies.

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He calls a little before 9:30, like he said he would. Just came in the door too, from the sound of it, he’s breathless and tired, Ryan can hear it in his voice. “You need to get to bed,” he tells Dante. “If you’re going to skate tomorrow—”

“I’ll be fine,” Dante promises. Lowering his voice, he says, “You’re all I thought about tonight.”