Ryan wonders how they can possibly get back to where they were before his mother interrupted them. Mere inches apart, he saw the look in Dante’s eyes, he saw the way his friend studied him, his nose, his mouth. He could almost taste the kiss, and it would be a hundred times sweeter than Noah’s hurried press of lips, it would be amazing. He can still feel Dante’s hand on his, the fingers curling into his palm.
He closed his eyes, so sure this was it, one kiss and the words would come tumbling out, Dante would say the things Ryan himself feels in his heart and the nervousness between them would fade, the awkwardness would disappear. Then Dante would kiss him again, they’d lie together on the bed in each other’s arms, their faces close and their noses touching, and Dante would kiss him again
