“I wasn’t teasing. I meant it,” Mars said softly. “Pissing you off is the last thing I want to do. I told you, I’m interested in you. Whether anything comes of it is another question, but until we find out—well, I don’t want you thinking I’m lying to you about how I feel. Okay?”
“Okay,” Dylan replied while speculating what it would be like to have Mars in his bed. He was—the only way he could describe it was aroused, both physically and emotionally—by what Mars had said. But he didn’t think now was the time, or probably the place, to demonstrate how he felt. “When I told you I’d like to get to know you better, it was the truth.”
Mars smiled, his gaze raking over Dylan from head to foot. “I know. Now all I have to do is heal so we can explore our options.” He lifted an eyebrow in question. “Feeding me will help, you know.”
Dylan laughed. “That, I can handle.” 6
“God damn it, Alastair! I’ve been hurt worse than this and you know it,” Mars said angrily. “It’s been two days…”