17 Chapter 17

“Don’t move,” Mars said, starting to massage Dylan’s shoulders. “Damn, your muscles are as hard as rocks, and not in a good way.”

“I’m a bit tense,” Dylan admitted.

“More than a bit.” Mars slowly and skillfully began working out the various kinks. When he hit a particularly bad one, causing Dylan to hiss in pain, Mars said, “Sorry, I’ll ease up.”

“Please don’t. I’m starting to feel human again.” And more than a bit aroused, which is not good. Dylan did his best to tamp down on his libido.

Mars was no help in that respect when he said, so quietly Dylan wasn’t certain he’d heard him correctly, “Believe me, you’re veryhuman, and sexy.”

Straightening, Dylan turned to look at him. “Sexy?”

“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Dylan chuckled. “Freudian slip? Not that I mind being called sexy. Especially by a man who’s pretty damned sexy himself. Although this does pose a question I’ve been wondering about. Areyou gay?”