Chapter 23

“Elias,” he said in a drowsy voice as he lifted himself onto his elbows and looked at the other half of the bed, which was now empty.

He slipped out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, yawning. He peeked inside and saw Elias in the shower, washing himself.

Not the right view for his early morning erection. He yanked at it, which only woke it up even more.

Option number one, the one hammering in his brain, was to squeeze under the water and squeeze something else, somewhere else. Such a round and perfect part of Elias that, for an instant, it enchanted him.

Option number two was to move away, get dressed, make coffee strong enough to wake him up, and at the same time, get him some dignity back.