So what was it? Why was Noah ghosting him, not twelve hours after they’d hooked up?
Well, whatever, he was Interesting New Ramin. He gave men handjobs in hotel beds. He navigated the Italian rail system on a whim.
He went to clubs, by himself, and danced with hot Italian strangers.
Boring Old Ramin might not have liked clubs, but Interesting New Ramin had different ideas.
twenty-four
Noah
Noah grunted, hoisting Jake’s sleeping form a bit higher on his shoulders, as Angela fought with the keycard. It was nearly midnight, way past Jake’s bedtime, but the restaurant Angela had booked for them hadn’t even opened until eight o’clock, and they hadn’t gotten their food until nine, and Jake was nodding off by the time it was done.
Then their subway stop had been closed for some reason, and after a miserable half hour of walking around they finally managed to find a taxi to get them back to their hotel.
Jake had promptly fallen asleep against Noah’s side, and Noah hadn’t wanted to rouse him.
Now he tucked Jake into Angela’s bed. “This okay?”
She nodded. “Thanks. I’ll take care of him.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. Night.”
“Night.”
Noah let himself into his own room, locked the door, flopped onto his bed, kicked his shoes off, stretched. Had this day really begun withhim waking up in bed with Ramin? That seemed like a lifetime ago. A beautiful dream he was desperate to recall.
Ramin. His phone.
He’d been in the middle of texting Ramin when he got distracted with Jake. And then spent all day out.Crap.
He rolled across the bed and nearly yanked his phone off its charger.
Sure enough, Ramin had finally responded to him.
A lot.
Ramin
I get back later today. Glad you made it. And I was happy to help.
With everything
I’m back now! What are you up to?
Everything okay?
Sorry. You’re probably with your family.
I didn’t mean to interrupt. I know it’s important. Tell Jake hi!
Sorry, didn’t mean to blow up your phone
I hope I wasn’t weird or anything.
Sorry
