Evan murmured something Morgan didn’t understand, and sleep began to seem like a really good idea. Morgan smiled as he felt Evan slide a pillow under his head. 10
Evan stood, watching Morgan fall into a peaceful sleep. He had wondered before about Morgan’s susceptibility to magic, but the heat trick had proven the mortal was highly susceptible. Evan sat down on the bed and pulled the boxers back up, knowing the sleep would not break from such a light movement. He took the chance to admire Morgan once more—the breadth of the man’s chest and flatness of his stomach, the tautness of his arms, the strength of his thighs and calves. It was Morgan’s face, however, that kept dragging Evan’s gaze back again and again. Morgan had the soft features of an angel. The curve of his jaw was graceful yet strong, and his face was perfectly framed by the luxuriant length of his black hair.