Chapter 44

His stomach was in a similar state—standard, light reddening, with no bruising or swelling. Eli bent low over the water to kiss the tattooed heart on Rob’s chest before rising, offering a light, open-mouthed kiss, and stepping back.

“Right,” he said. “Sit forward and let me behind you.”

He put his feet in the hot water, sinking his legs to the upper shins, and sat the first aid kit by his hip on the little ledge. Rob tipped his head back, banging his skull lightly against Eli’s chest. Eli laughed, petting Rob’s damp hair and kissing the line where it met his forehead.

“Hello,” he crooned softly, scratching his blunt nails into the scalp. Rob’s eyes slid closed, and his chest rumbled in a distinctly satisfied noise. “Sleepy?”

“Mm.”

“You want to go back to bed after?”

“Yeah.”