“I hear getting eaten by alligators is a thing,” Ryan joked.
“Yeah, but that could happen if you wander too far away from the sanctuary grounds.” Oscar shrugged. “They’re just rich people.”
“And I’ll be there,” Ryan said, hoping that was encouraging.
Oscar smirked. “As my boyfriend, don’t forget.”
Ryan swallowed. He hadn’t forgotten that part, though he’d been desperately trying to. That felt like the biggest mistake. Oscar probably didn’t want people thinking he’d date someone like him.
Not that Ryan knew anything about Oscar’s tastes in men, but he doubted they ran to cowardly accountants who got him into social messes he couldn’t back out of without feeling horribly guilty.
“I’m planning on atleastgetting a foot rub out of that,” Oscar said. “And you can’t object, because you got yourself into this.”
Ryan wet his lips, his ears burning at the thought of doing that for Oscar. It seemed shockingly intimate from his perspective, but maybe Oscar was the kind of person who was used to friendly foot rubs.
Either way, it meant he couldn’t have beentoomad about this.
“I’ll… see what I can do. No promises you’ll enjoy it,” Ryan said.
“Oh, I’ll enjoy it.” Oscar grinned at him. “I’m sleeping on your couch tonight, by the way. Because I’m planning to drink my own body weight in champagne now.”
“Knock yourself out,” Ryan said, figuring Oscar was entitled. If that was all it took to get back on his good side, he could even have all the blankets in the houseanda cooked breakfast in the morning.
Maybe this could work out okay after all.
