Chapter 62

But his boyfriend shakes his head and yawns. “I’m not tired,” he murmurs, his voice already dreamy. Still, he snuggles into Ryan’s shoulder and when his eyes close the next time, they don’t open again. His breathing grows even, hot and soft along Ryan’s neck.

Asleep.Ryan thumbs down the volume on the remote, lowering the sound on the TV. He waits another few minutes and then sits up slowly, careful not to disturb Dante. His boyfriend moans, frowns in sleep, his fingers clutching at Ryan’s arm as he pulls it out from beneath Dante’s head. “Shh,” Ryan sighs. “I’m not going anywhere.”