Ryan squirmed. “Nico—” Nico laced their fingers together. “You are smart, and you are kind, and you are”—his voice got a little rough, because now that his nerves had passed, his body remembered what it was like being in close proximity to Ryan, and it had certain expectations—“sexy. You love your family, you like dirty goals and old movies. You’re a great cook and a terrible sleeper and you hate to drive.” Ryan swallowed visibly. “And I like you a lot,” Nico finished, suddenly self-conscious. His ears went hot, and he tried to pull his hand back, but Ryan didn’t let him go.
