Chapter 117

His boyfriend’s grip loosens and Dante gulps in air. “Sorry,” Ryan whispers, his lips brushing Dante’s ear. Now he grabs fistfuls of Dante’s jacket. “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Dante assures him. As long as I can breathe,he thinks. Yeah, that’s one of the important things. Breathing, getting Ryan onto the bus, taking care of their erections later—turning to Mrs. Talonovich, he asks, “Can you fold up Ryan’s chair? Maybe stow it with the bags?”

She’s still arguing with the club officials about the necessity in this day and age to be sympathetic to those with disabilities but Ryan calls out, “Mom? Hello? Can you put up the chair or what?”