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Cam feel all wiggly and warm inside, like a puppy that had done good. Absurd. He stopped with the dishes and got the ice pack and pills. He’d never taken care of someone before and found he really liked it. Or was it just taking care of Dylan? Come to that, he’d never even had a human under his roof before. Maybe it was just the novelty of the situation making him all jittery.
    Dylan took the ice pack and swallowed down the pills with the last of his beer, maybe not the best idea, mixing them; then he handed his empty glass over. This close to him, Cam took in Dylan’s hot, earthy scent. Some humans might find the old-clothes and faded sweat smell less than appealing, but it was all he could do to stop himself from crawling into Dylan’s lap and rubbing his face all over him, marking himself with the other man’s mouthwatering aroma. 
    Clearly mistaking the motivation behind Cam’s deep inhalation, Dylan looked a little sheepish. “Sorry, the washing machine in my building’s been broken for a while. I’m not exactly springtime fresh.”
    “Do you…want to take a shower here? I have clothes that might fit you.” The idea of his clothes against Dylan’s skin made his cock perk up, and his phantom wings fluttered. 
    “Jesus, that’d be sweet. I don’t want to impose, though.”
    “No, no imposition at all. There’s a shower in…” The guestroom. He should say guestroom. “…my bedroom.” 
    The sensual smile that curved Dylan’s mouth, lifting the scuffed left side of it, should have been a red flag waving in Cam’s face. But when Dylan got slowly to his feet, Cam froze in place, hardly able to breathe, his heart pounded so hard. Cam’s proximity to the chair meant that when Dylan stood, they ended up nearly chest to chest, body heat mingling, only the snoring dog’s body separating sneakers from boots. 
    Dylan touched him—the lightest press of his fingertips on Cam’s waist that he felt like embers through his cotton shirt. “So let’s go,” Dylan murmured.
    “Go…? Oh. Yeah, sorry. Long day.” Long day, his ass. As he turned, his face burning, Cam realized he didn’t have to worry about getting too attached to Dylan, since his insane behavior would no doubt drive the guy away. Fuck.
    And then he realized something else. 
    Dylan had looked Cam in the eye and had been unafraid.

Chapter Three
    It would be easier to feel guilty about what he planned to do if Dylan didn’t truly, genuinely want Cam Coburn. Something about the jumpy way Cam acted around him pulled at Dylan in all the right places. Physically, Cam was a pretty imposing dude, lean and muscular, barely an ounce of fat on him. All those martial arts had toughened his body, giving him great biceps and pecs and probably flat six-pack abs Dylan looked forward to running his hands over. And the thick ridge in his jeans promised near-porn-star proportions there too. A guy like this you’d think would know what the looks meant that Dylan had been shooting his way. But he stumbled over his words and feet and blushed like a…like a virgin. 
    No way.
    Dylan was twenty-three, and he’d been an old hand in the sack by the time he graduated high school. Okay, maybe he got an early start, blowing the preacher’s kid in the choir loft when they were only freshman, but he thought most gay guys came out of the gate hot and heavy. He had no doubt Cam was gay. Not with the size of that boner. Maybe he was still in the closet? What was the point of that? He lived alone, apparently. He could do what he wanted, right? Let Dylan do what he wanted, which was rub on him and kiss him and suck on him…
    Christ almighty, he had to inwardly smirk at his own resilience. You can’t keep a desperate guy down, apparently, even after kicking his butt in a dark alley. By the time he finished following Cam’s tight ass into his spacious bedroom, he had a boner of his own. 
    Cam’s bedroom was in a worse state than the kitchen, which Dylan found oddly