Chapter 77

Eli knew the warning signs, and backed up just in time to avoid getting the world-record-setting yawn right in the face.

“S’rry.”

Eli laughed quietly and kissed him anyway.

“Quit your job, move in with me, go to art college,” Rob mumbled, eyes flickering once before closing again. “S’easy.”

Eli bit his lip. “Is it? I mean, we’d still fight. My parents would go mental. There’d be—”

The mattress tipped, the sheets rustled, and then Rob’s warm body was pressing Eli down into the bed, heavy and unmoveable, those eyes boring into his own like they were pulling his soul out of his head. Eli’s breath caught, his hands stuck halfway up to touch Rob’s hair, and he lay in the gaze like a mouse paralysed by the stare of a very hungry cat.

“It’s easy,” Rob repeated, his voice a low rasp.

Despite how he’d been woken—raw desire began to burn at Eli’s stomach and crotch again.