A:Whatevs. I’m still wearing your hoodie btw... and I’m drooling over yourBFF
D:IKR?
A:Yup
D:You make me hotter,tho
A:Forreal?
D:You knowit
A:I want to seeyou
D:When?
Angelo paused. Up till now, Dylan had been coy about meeting up and Angelo hadn’t had the energy to push, but this felt different. The buzz in Angelo’s veins was tangible, pleasurable, and he knew they’d been right towait.
And that he couldn’t wait anylonger.
A:Whenever urfree
D:I’m freetonight
* * *
Angelo stoodon the front steps of the smart semi-detached house, his hand hovering over the heavy doorknocker.What the fuck am I doing?But for once, no answer was forthcoming from his usually vocalsubconscious.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, half-expecting it to be instantly wrenched open by a stern giant version of Dylan. But, of course, it wasn’t. Dylan had invited Angelo to his father’s house, but he hadn’t given any indication that his father would actually bethere.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway. A fair-haired shadow appeared in the glass of the door, and then it opened, and Dylan was rightthere.
Angelo drank in every inch of him, from his messy hair to the fair stubble that made him such a perfect combination of delicate masculinity. His long legs in the skinny jeans that matched Angelo’s. His Metallica T-shirt. And his eyes. His perfect fuckingeyes.
It took Angelo a moment to realise that Dylan had opened hisarms.
“Come here.” Dylan grabbed Angelo’s hand and yanked him forward, enveloping him in the kind of embrace he’d dreamed of since they’d last been together. “God, I’ve missedyou.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Angelo mumbled against Dylan’s chest. “You smell sogood.”
Dylan laughed. “I shouldn’t. I’ve been to the gym and I haven’t had time toshower.”
“You go to the gym?” That was news to Angelo and a reminder that they still had much to learn about eachother.
Dylan released him and stepped back, coaxing Angelo over the threshold. “I don’t go often because it’s full of wankers, but a bit of half-hearted exercise sometimes helps mesleep.”
“What’s been keeping youawake?”
“The usual.” Dylan shrugged. “Missing you and fretting about the mountain of work waiting for me each morning. It’s still tax credit season, so the office isnuts.”
“Taxcredits?”
“Long story. Come through and I’ll tell you all aboutit.”
Darting his gaze around, Angelo followed Dylan through the house to a large kitchen that was strategically lit by spotlights built into the low wooden beams. “Wow. This iscool.”
“My dad’s asparky.”
“Anelectrician?”
