Chapter 145

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After breakfast, Dante guides Ryan’s wheelchair to the hotel lobby. “Jesus,” his boyfriend mutters.

He doesn’t have to ask what he means—he’s thinking of what Becca’s said. Is it that obvious they’re together? Does everyoneknow? Suddenly it seems like a hundred eyes are watching them, a dozen whispers rise as they pass. Everyone knows they had sex last night, everyone knows they’re in love, everyone knows—his stomach churns and he thinks he’s going to be sick. Glancing around the lobby, Dante’s so sure everyone looks away from his gaze. Well, everyone but the girl behind the registration counter, she sees him and smiles sweetly, then looks at Ryan and her smile widens, he should mention thatto his boy the next time he says he ain’t all that to look at. “Is it just me,” Dante whispers, “or does everyone know about us?”