He decides the worst and most satisfying thing he could do to Laurie right now is this: kneel down, lift his shirt just enough to trail six burning kisses from his hip across the sensitive skin below his navel, and stop just before his jeans halt any descent. Then Evander pulls away and crouches down to gather up the papers. The choked sound Laurie makes as he covers his face with the crook of his arm is very, very pleasing.
