He Ming stops when Ryan pulls back, eyes wide with excitement.

"How long..? Um, for a while. I thought you were cute when we met, and you're so nice to me." Setting his hands on Ryan's shoulders, He Ming watches him with quiet attention as he runs his palms over his chest. He really does like Ryan. He thinks he's smart, and more than that, his personality is impressive.

"I like you," He Ming tells him softly. "I really do."