With a slight chuckle, Tyrone shook his head. “You just don’t see it. You never have. It kills me to think how long we would have stayed in autopilot if I hadn’t said something at the restaurant.”
Slowly, he reached out to cup the back of AJ’s head again, though this time he did it with the care someone took when they were trying to calm a skittish animal. AJ couldn’t look away. He drowned in liquid eyes as Tyrone caressed him again, finishing the massage that had nearly destroyed him only moments earlier.
“This isn’t about sex,” Tyrone said. “This is about being in love with you almost as long as I’ve known you.”
“You…”
The notion was so out there, he couldn’t even say it. His ears vibrated from the force of his heartbeat, and his throat had closed off, refusing him any air. He couldn’t deny that it could be a line. Tyrone could be saying all this to get him into bed. A last resort when the other seduction hadn’t worked.
There was only one problem with that.