“Yes.”
“Wow.” Angelo let out a long breath. “I was worried that my dick was broken, but that little anecdote has woken it rightup.”
“Ohyeah?”
Angelo yawned around a painful cough. “Yeah. Don’t worry, though. I’m going to save it foryou.”
There was so much Dylan wanted to say, about possible uses for Angelo’s rejuvenated libido andso muchmore, but Angelo was done. He faded out so fast it was hard to imagine he’d been awake and talking, and all Dylan could do was hold his hand just a little while longer and then leave him to hisdreams.
Chapter Thirteen
Angelo layback on his childhood bed?—the one he’d finally consented to sleep in now Gino was out of the picture?—his cracked phone pressed to his ear as Dylan’s husky voice soothed his soul?—a nightly occurrence since Dylan had appeared at his hospital bedside ten daysago.
“So basically,” Dylan concluded a story that Angelo had only managed to half follow, “I’m a little bit drunk... and horny, so I’m goinghome.”
“Fuckinghooligan.”
Dylan laughed. “I try, but it’s Saturday night and my partner in crime is stillbenched.”
It took Angelo a moment to realise that Dylan was talking about him, and a rush of warmth made him glad that Dylan couldn’t see the flush staining his cheeks. “I don’t know when I’ll be up to the real worldagain.”
“You’re not feeling anybetter?”
“Actually, I am. Apparently passing out in the kitchen is my thing now, but this time I came round feeling like a newman.”
“I can never tell if you’re being sarcastic ornot.”
Angelo snorted. “It’s usually a safe bet that I am, but for once I’m serious. I woke up hungry and breathing like a normal person instead of Darth Vader. It wasweird.”
“Good weird, though, right? Oooh, hang on. I’m getting off thetrain.”
Angelo waited while Dylan got off the train and swiped his way out of the station. His absence seemed to go on forever?—the longest ten seconds of his life?—and he let out a long breath when Dylan came back on theline.
“Are you tired?” Dylan asked. “I can leave you to it if youlike?”
“No!” Angelo said quickly?—tooquickly. “I told you, I’m feeling good. I just miss you... I wish we were stumbling off the traintogether.”
“Ohyeah?”
“Yeah. I want to seeyou.”
Dylan sighed. “I want to see you too. I just figured you needed some space to get better and sort things out with yourmum.”
Angelo couldn’t deny that if Dylan had been around over the last ten days, Theresa wouldn’t have got a look in, though he was glad Dylan hadn’t seen his more undignified moments. “Mum’s asked me to go to the solicitor with her tomorrow. And she’s been feeding me to death. I’ll be a walking lasagne by the time you seeme.”
“I doubt that. Your bod is stillkiller.”
“That’s the worst joke I’ve everheard.”
“Sorry.” Dylan sounded anything but. “Gallows humour,remember?”
“Pissoff.”
Dylan laughed and a pleasurable shudder rattled through Angelo. He remembered the first time he’d heard Dylan laugh in the club?—in the basement room where it had allbegun.
“So...,” Dylan said. “What do you want to do? I guess you’re not up for going outyet?”
“Actually, I could do with a change of scenery, but I’m still skint,so?—?”
