Winging It

Dante fisted an ungloved hand just above Gabe’s Dekes logo and yanked him into a hard kiss.

Well, Gabe thought as they broke apart, both still grinning like idiots, that ought to make the papers.

Maybe a vacation to Rio.

He was staring back at Gabe, his cheeks flushed red with alcohol and his hair a mess. He looked stupid.

Gabe loved him.