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 everyone know? Suddenly it seems like a hundred eyes
are watching them, a dozen whispers rise as they pass. Everyone
knows they had s*x 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 that to his
boy the next time he says he ain’t all that to look at. “Is it just
me,” Dante
