As his thoughts continued, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread, creasing the corner of his lips upwards. The memory of the mere thought of being able to block Juke had amused him a little.
“I’m not blocking you. If I am, I don’t know how I’m doing it. I wasn’t thinking about anything important—just how tired I am.” Dale had cloaked his eyes with his lashes and began to remove his clothes. Juke stood looking at him with a puzzled expression on his face.
He had opened his mouth to speak and must have thought better of it. He snapped it shut again and strolled past Dale to open the glass panel door of the shower—then waited for Dale to join him.
“Come, as much as I like my scent on you. I prefer your smell. I will take care of you, and then we can sleep.”
Juke had enveloped Dale in his arm and pressed his face into Da
