“Do we need Nick Miller tonight?” he whispers finally. I let out a relieved breath. “No pillow person necessary. He was a terrible chaperone.” Eli grins, one that leaves as tenderly as it came. “Then come here.” He opens his arms and I don’t hesitate; right now I don’t have to. I scoot over, sighing when he pulls me close, humming against his throat when he kisses my temple, his mouth lingering there in a firm press. And exactly like that, I fall asleep.
