When Brett finished he massaged Rylan’s shoulders and back a few times. Rylan heard him walk away and to a spot where Rylan could see him. Brett shed the robe. Rylan didn’t try to stop staring. There were deep creases between the muscles of Brett’s thick thighs. His waist didn’t taper to his hips as Rylan’s did, but melded smoothly, defined by a ridge of muscle just above each hip. His chest was broadwith dark hair narrowing to a line that ended where the curly hair of his groin bloomed. Everything about him projected confidence and power.