Chapter 93

If anything squeezed his heart harder than Rafi sleeping, it was Rafi waking, his brow crinkling as he slurred a raspy, “Jules?”

“Merry Christmas,” Julian said, and watched Rafi’s eyes wander over gleaming wood, golden lamps, and open window before finding him in the bathroom doorway, wearing nothing but his bracelet and briefs.

“Yes, it is,” Rafi said, grinning, and stretched out a beckoning arm.

Julian came to him eagerly, crawling into the bed and into Rafi’s arms in one gliding motion. Rafi hugged him close, their arms and legs wrapping around each other.

“Mm, no more ribs,” Rafi murmured with great satisfaction, trailing fingertips along Julian’s torso. Freed from Eddie’s diet restrictions, Julian’s frame was a little softer to the touch now; Julian struggled not to panic about that if he thought about it for too long. Rafi, though, felt it an unquestionably healthy change, and his constant lusty staring helped ease Julian’s worries.