“You
know how cheesy that line was, right?” Curtis mock punched him on the
arm–wincing when he realised it was the one bruised from Nick’s aborted knife
blow–and they started to amble back towards the Tube station. “So your parents
came through after all.”
Riley
nodded. He looked a bit hazy, as if he couldn’t believe all the things that
were happening to him, too. “Kinda. Yes. Thanks, Curtis.”
“Me?”
“For
listening. For being there for me. For staying over.”
He
nudged against Curtis and every nerve Curtis had flared into lusty life. Maybe
it was a reaction after the stress, maybe it was Riley’s total hot-ness, maybe
it was because Curtis was getting sappy in his old age. But he wanted to be
home with Riley, in or out of bed, with or without the hat, just to be with
him. “Let’s get a cab,” he said rashly.
Maybe
in bed was going to be his first choice.
With
A Kick
hosted another celebration a few weeks later. Curtis and Riley came as a couple