Chapter 162

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When the pizza does arrive, it’s just what Dante needs to cheer him up—the two of them sit on the couch and go through both pies while watching TV, feeding each other and laughing until there’s cheese dribbled on their legs, their arms, their shirts, the couch and table and everywhere. Ryan even finds some in his hair later on, he’s not sure how thathappened. He’s decided he loves pizza-flavored kisses, Dante’s greasy lips and hot tongue, the taste of oregano on his lover’s breath chased with the fizzle of ice-cold soda. Even after they turn in for the night, he can still smell the heady scent of cheese draped over their room, though in the darkness, Dante’s kisses are fresh and toothpaste sweet.