Danny choked out another laugh. But he was choking on too much, so much more than laughter, as unforeseen emotions caught in his throat.
“Zeus in my bed, now, that is something to brag about. But I know where the real power is. All the parts I like to see bare, that’s not Zeus. Zeus is your mask. I like what’s under it.”
“You don’t know what’s under it,” Danny said without thinking, because Cho didn’t know, not really, and he wouldn’t want the truth if he ever found out how low Danny had sunk.
“Think you’re such an enigma, huh?” Cho pressed his thumbs into the arch of Danny’s foot again and held them there, applying firm pressure that hurt, but the pain was good, solid. His eyes looked so blue when they met Danny’s gaze. He was flushed and damp with sweat, casually dressed in his own home, attending to Danny when this time Danny had done nothing to earn his keep. “Tell me. What’s so terrible about Danny Grant?”