"I think it would be a disservice to them to love each one precisely the same way, and not regard them as someone that pleases me in their own unique way. A wise woman once said, 'There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.'" And he was beginning to understand why he was feeling so hot.

But no. No, this is a man, first and foremost. Competition.

Only not really competition. He's always been safe from him. He's a competitive standard, not something actively striving to beat him.

Why is it that he even asked. But then a small edge of smile hinted at Rhade's lips. Dylan did feel magic. "If you would like, I could rationalize any of the enjoyment you had just now." He rubbed the back of his neck, hand firm and massaging tension from him.