of salve. It’ll help ease some of your muscle ache.”
Ravi smiled up at him. “Whatever you say. You’re the hot male nurse.”
Sora smirked to himself. He couldn’t remember anyone ever flirting as outrageously with him as Ravi did. Their brief foray in dating was on hold, but he hoped that they’d be able to pick back up where they’d left off once Ravi was well again. And Sora intended to make it clear they were dating, not just assume they were both on the same page.
As he smeared some of the salve onto his hands, he whispered a word, calling up a little heat from his personal core of magic. The combination of warmth and salve would sink deep into Ravi’s muscles, removing aches and tightness. The trick was that he couldn’t apply too much pressure as he massaged Ravi.
Apparently, he found the right combination because the dragon moaned loudly and went almost completely limp under his hands. Sora silently worked his way lower, rubbing away tension while inspecting each cut and angry red area on his body. His fingers were begging him to explore other areas, places that weren’t wounded, but that would be wrong. No exploring. No more touching than necessary.
He was Ravi’s healer. His sexy nurse. Not his lover. Yet.
He blamed the sexy noises coming from Ravi’s mouth for making his brain go off in entirely the wrong direction. Although it was good to know this was a sure-fire seduction technique.
“Wow,” Ravi exhaled. “You are so good at that.” His words were sleepy and slightly slurred as if he were drunk under Sora’s touch, which was definitely encouraging. “You can touch me any time you want.”
Sora peered around Ravi’s shoulder, smiling broadly at him. “Really, now?”
Ravi blinked, and his mouth hung open for a moment, as if his brain were replaying the words that had just fallen out of his mouth. “I suffer from this syndrome where I say really inappropriate things at the right moment.”
Sora threw his head back with a laugh. “That you do. But I’m glad to know that you like my hands.”
“Your hands should be illegal. Feel free to put them back on me.”
“When you’re healed enough for me to manhandle,” Sora agreed with a smirk. “Which is not today, sadly.”
“Now you’re just being mean.”
Reaching out, Ravi snatched up his discarded shirt and placed it in a wad in his lap as if he were trying to hide something from Sora. That was fine with him. Sora found that he’d developed the same problem while running his hands over all that warm, soft golden skin and strong muscle.
Ravi was staring up at him with such open hunger in his bright brown eyes. His lips were soft and parted. All he had to do was lean in a few more inches and he could claim those plush lips, steal away his breath with kiss after kiss.
Sora’s heart sped up as he leaned down a little, but with each beat came the refrain in his head: Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar.
He couldn’t kiss Ravi yet. Not while he was still withholding important information about who he was, who his family was, why he was here. It was all wrong. Ravi trusted him so completely. What if Ravi hated him for withholding such information? It would have been made all the worse because he’d kissed Ravi, taken advantage of his trust. It took willpower that Sora didn’t know he possessed to stop himself from accepting the clear invitation in Ravi’s eyes.
This moment crystallized his resolve. He needed to talk to King Alric. Now. Because there was no way in hell he could be alone with Ravi again without giving in to his own desires. Sora burned with impatience and frustration as it was.
With a great deal of reluctance, Sora straightened and started toward Ravi’s bathroom.
“Let me wash this stuff off my hands and I’ll help you back into your shirt,” he called over his shoulder. He tried not to see how disappointed Ravi looked, as that would strip him of what little willpower he had left.
Sora studiously avoided his own reflection as he washed his hands. He was busy enough hating himself over the off-balanced tone in Ravi’s voice when he replied with an unsteady, “Okay.”
This hammered home the fact that he had to speak to King Alric now. He’d tell the truth and, if Ravi didn’t despise him, he’d grab that kiss and many more.
“What are your plans for the day?” Sora inquired as he wandered