Chapter 118

Boyfriend.The word comes easily enough to his mind but he still can’t quite believe it. Looking at this boy, hisboy, he wonders what it was that ever made someone as plain and ordinary as himself catch Dante’s eye. Yet his hands are the only ones that plunge into those waves of black hair, his lips are the only ones that taste Dante’s mouth and skin. I love you,Ryan thinks, even though he can’t say it right now. More than I can possibly know how to tell you. My mom’s right—what would I do without you?He hopes he never has to find out.

Returning Dante’s smile, Ryan tells him, “I’m fine.”

Dante watches him a moment longer, then squeezes his hand before letting go. But his arm rests alongside Ryan’s and the touch is enough to remind him that he’s not alone in the midst of this crowded bus.

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