Dylan woke to the afternoon sun streaming through Mars’ bedroom window. The light accented the sharp line of his lover’s jaw and the arch of his eyebrows.
Damn, he’s handsome. Not that I didn’t know it, but somehow, right now…Maybe it’s because it’s the first time I’ve had a chance to look at him as someone other than a man who’s been doing his best to keep me safe. The man I owe my life to, although I know he’d debate it.
His gaze drifted down to the bandages wrapping Mars torso and the bruises radiating out from them. You could have died because of me. More than once. And what have you gotten in return? Not a hell of a lot. A f**k buddy, if I’m going to be honest with myself. And I’ve gotten more out of it than you. Tension release when I was wound up tighter than a drum.
He drew his
