Later that night, when they were finally alone again, Rai lay face-down on the couch, entirely drained. Fresh from the shower with water still dripping from his dark hair, Zade had practically cornered him into a massage.
Rai had tried to fight it, of course he had, but Zade was infuriatingly stubborn, using his strength to pin Rai down until Rai finally stopped kicking.
Now, his muscles felt embarrassingly loose. As much as Rai hated to admit it, the bastard actually knew what he was doing.
His hands had been warm, pressing into the stubborn knots along Rai's shoulders and lower back with relentless precision.
It felt far too good for something forced upon him, but there was no world in which Rai would ever give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud.
Just as Rai was drifting off into a drowse, feeling warm and heavy, a sharp, resounding slap echoed through the room.
