Chapter 119

Ryan gives him a wicked grin. “Once we get into that room, I’m not letting you go,” he promises. “Unless you’d rather leave me all alone and troop back down here—”

Dante swings the suitcase up onto Ryan’s lap, plops the duffle bag on top of it. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he says.

* * * *

The whole third floor has been reserved for the skate club—Ryan holds onto his suitcase and cranes his neck to see over the duffle bags that wobble precariously in his lap as Dante heads for the elevators. A few other skaters already wait for the lift, their arms filled with their own bags, and Ryan has this terrifying image of everyone rushing through the doors when they open and leaving him out in the lobby. But Dante angles him into a good position and before the bell even dings to announce the lift, he’s pushing Ryan towards the door. “Coming through,” he says, not caring who he shoves aside. “Watch out, guys. We’re first.”

“My mom’s a bad influence on you,” Ryan murmurs.