“Kyle?”
He opened his eyes, blinking sleep out of them, and stared into Dave’s green eyes. He was kneeling beside the bed, his face mere inches from Kyle’s. Dave frowned.
Kyle forced a smile. “Hi. I guess I fell asleep.”
Dave brushed a lock of hair off Kyle’s forehead. “You were whimpering in your sleep.”
“I was?”
“Uh-huh. Who is Dax, Kyle?”
Oh, s**t. Casual, Kyle. There was no reason to freak. “Just someone I used to know. Not important.” He peered over the bed and noticed Dave only wore a white terry cloth towel around his waist. His gaze swept over Dave’s tattooed bicep, down over his muscular chest and then his six-pack abs. He detected a definite rise under the towel. “Yum. Your body is freaking awesome.”
“Are you sure you’re up for something?” Dave asked. “You seem pretty tire
