Kaeva was toweling off when he heard wheels on the dirt path outside the cabin. Good, Mecken must have driven Eddie back from the City. Kaeva tucked the towel around his waist and entered the main part of the house at the same time Eddie did. Kaeva knew something was wrong when the sight of a mostly-naked person didn’t inspire more than the brief widening of Eddie’s eyes. Instead of sarcasm or wit, Eddie frowned and took off his shoes next to the front mat. Without needing to be asked.
It was at that moment that Kaeva realized two things: one, he wanted Eddie to do more than glance at him. He wanted that focused expression, those parted, dampened lips, the bulge in Eddie’s pants, and the warmth in Eddie’s hands. Physical desire shocked Kaeva’s system as though he was Frankenstein’s monster, at long last brought to life.