Chapter 155

Ryan ignores that. He rubs at the space between Dante’s shoulder blades, a soothing rhythm that makes his eyes slip closed. “Hoagies, maybe?” he asks. Dante purrs an incoherent answer, savors the touch on his back, Ryan’s warmth along his side. “Why do I have to pick something?” his boyfriend asks. “What do you like to eat?”

“I picked last night,” Dante reminds him. He snuggles closer, drapes an arm around Ryan’s waist, buries his face into his lover’s side and sighs, content. He could lay like this for the rest of the night. “Get anything you want. Hoagies are good.”