“Elliot?”
He hummed in reply. Without letting go, he started walking backward, pulling Mick along with him.
“Wait, my bag.” Mick chuckled, and Elliot frowned against his neck and reluctantly let go.
Suddenly, he acutely felt every prick of the gravel under the soles of his naked feet and the chilly wind against his shirtless chest. He grabbed the bag and took a strong hold of Mick’s hand and marched them into the cabin.
As soon as they were inside, he slammed the door and pushed Mick against it. He cupped the dear face with trembling hands and looked deep into ocean-blue eyes.
“I’m so happy you’re here.”