Page 48 of His Every Move

Fuck it.

I made a choice. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest, but it was the one I wanted to make. I leaned in and kissed him. Short and quick and full of flavor. Strawberry, to be exact.

When we broke apart, I half expected him to look confused, but instead, that genuine smile of his only grew wider. He licked his lips, gaze turned up to lock with mine. “What was that for?” he asked.

“I couldn’t resist. Sorry. Blame it on the adrenaline.”

“Adrenaline, huh? If that’s the case, then damn, I’m an adrenaline junkie.”

I laughed, the sound almost foreign after everything that happened tonight. I opened the door and let Lucky run out, tail wagging and claws clicking against the floor. We got his leash on and took him for a quick walk around the block. We were standing on a corner talking about random bullshit when Eli surprised me by initiating another kiss, going up on his tiptoes and pressing his lips against mine with a soft moan.

“Sorry,” he said, wiping his lips with a thumb. “Adrenaline.”

“I wonder what the evolutionary purpose of that is.”

“Huh?”

“Why adrenaline makes people horny. Were the cavemen running from saber-toothed tigers and then being like, ‘We made it out alive, let’s fuck’?”

“Probably. That’s what I’d do, anyway. Celebrate life and release some endorphins. Why not?”

“True, true,” I said, my thoughts shifting into caveman territory. We’d basically just survived our own saber-toothed tiger attack, so did that mean it was time for us to fuck like rabbits? My cock twitched at the thought, even though Eli had just swallowed my load not that long ago.

Ugga, ugga.

Back in my place, I went straight for the fridge. Eli was still in the living room, so I quickly pulled out the vodka bottle, uncapped it, took a chug, shook it off, took another shot, and then recapped the bottle.

There, that’d help take some of the edge off.

I put the vodka back in the freezer and grabbed a wine bottle instead. A little classier. I uncorked it and filled two glasses. Some of it sloshed out of the glass, splashing on the counter. I wiped it clean before I walked back out to the living room, finding Eli sitting cross-legged on the floor with Lucky curled up in his lap.

“You two look comfortable,” I said, setting Eli’s glass of wine down on the coffee table in front of him.

“He’s such a cuddle bug.”

“He’s a good pup.” I sat down at the edge of the couch. Eli lifted his glass and clinked it against mine. “Cheers to…”

“To another unforgettable night,” Eli finished, sarcastic and smiling.

I tried not to think about how momentous this was.

Elijah Grant, the man I’d been fixated on through a computer screen for months on end, was currently sitting on my floor, breathing my air, comfortable in my space.

Weird how life worked.

“We’ve had quite a few unforgettable nights already, huh?”

Eli let out a huff. “Feels like we’ve lived lifetimes together now.”

“Sure has.”

“I was so happy about tonight, too. Excited. I hadn’t been to the theater in so fucking long. And I couldn’t even finish the show. Ugh, it was so good, too.”

“It was. Had me cracking up. Intermission also wasn’t bad,” I said, nudging him with my knee. He shot me a smirk.

“I agree. Can’t tell what I liked more, if I’m being honest, intermission or the show itself.”

“We’ll just have to go back and finish it,” I said. “That way, you have more to base your judgment on.”

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