Chapter 59

He can feel Ryan’s frown against his temple. “What do you mean?” he asks. One hand trails down his arm, working the thin muscles beneath the flannel shirt, warming him with the touch. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” Ryan promises.

“I’m not worried about me,” Dante whispers. He tightens his grip around Ryan, unwilling to let go, and there’s a part of him that enjoys the throbbing at his crotch, it’s almost a penance for getting lost in the moment before.