Chapter 169

“I need you to fill out some consent forms,” the nurse replies, ignoring Ryan’s outburst as she rises from the stool. “I’ll be right back.”

She leaves the door open slightly but Dante pushes it shut. Finally, alone. “You scared the shit out of me,” he admits. His hands shake as he dabs the damp napkin along Ryan’s jaw. “I saw your wheelchair and didn’t know what the hell to think.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryan murmurs. When Dante’s hand nears his mouth, he kisses the wrist. “I didn’t mean to. I just…I’d had enough. The shit he was talking—”

“Shh.” Leaning down, Dante kisses his lover’s temple, sighs against the smooth, heated skin. He wraps his arms around Ryan’s head and holds him to his chest. “God, Ryan,” he whispers. Ryan’s arm comes up around his waist to hug him tight. “If I lose you…”