“Captain America?” Zane asked.
Rory blushed. “All I had that was clean. If we stay here another night I’ll have to find a Laundromat.”
“Could always wear some of my clothes.”
Rory grinned. “Hot though that’d be, as you saw earlier, I drown in your clothes as you’re a lot bigger than me, you big stud.” Before Zane could come back with I’m not a stud, Rory said, “Oh, yes, you are.” He punctuated the statement by stretching up and tenderly kissing Zane’s lips. The position was awkward and it must have shown on his face because Zane moved off him to stand by the bed. Rory lay back down and gazed up at Zane, who seemed to be studying Rory’s naked chest.
Rory squirmed under Zane’s intense scrutiny. “Sorry, like I said, I’m not big and strong like you.”
“You’re perfect,” Zane said quietly. He bent over the bed and ran his callused fingers over Rory’s arms. “And you’re plenty strong.”