Chapter 64

Dante’s steady gaze is hard to meet. Say something,Ryan prays. He has to remind himself that his boyfriend just woke up, maybe he’s not very coherent right now. Or maybe he doesn’t like how possessive you sound,he thinks, frowning at the pattern his hand has worn into Dante’s pants. Or he’s thinking that all you talk about is sex.But he’s nineteen, sex is foremost on his mind, and with a boy like Dante by his side, how’s he supposed to think of much else?

Before he can stumble through an apology, Dante pokes at the zipper of Ryan’s jeans and asks, “Why can’t you walk?”

That makes Ryan laugh. “There was this accident,” he says, squeezing Dante’s thigh. He can feel the tip of his boyfriend’s dick beneath his palm, and he likes the smile that appears on Dante’s face when he rubs over the encased length. “I could’ve sworn I told you about it.”