““Zane rolled his eyes. "At least I think with my head and not with my ass," he muttered as he buttoned his jeans and zipped up. "Your ass is more fun to look at," Ty shot back from under the pillow. Stopping in place, Zane boggled at the pillow. "You did not just say you've looked at my ass." Dear God. The tease of that was fucking inflammatory. He didn't need this kind of torture. "You show it often enough," Ty countered in a sly tone, still muffled. "You don't mean that literally," Zane muttered as he started stacking folders on the table, trying to make room for food. []"I mean everything I say literally. Literally ," he said with wry emphasis.””
