“Have you been thinking about this as much as I have?” Eli’s voice was low and husky, scratchy with something I didn’t dare to name, but could have easily picked out in a lineup. “I don’t know. How much have you been thinking about this?” He let out a soft laugh. “A lot.” “Then, yes.” I licked my lips, then almost begged him not to look at my mouth that way. “I wish there was a way to stop it.” “Rue.” His Adam’s apple moved. “I think there is.”
