“Sorry to wake you, but have you seen Emery?” she asks. Brown eyes blink up at me, and I can’t fucking help it. I reach over and tuck a wayward strand of hair behind Emery’s ear. His eyes become hooded as soon as my skin connects with his, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. My chest constricts, and I feel myself hardening at the sight. Fuck. You’d think I’d get tired of this, but nope. I’m ready to go again. “No, I haven’t,” I reply, brushing my thumb across his jaw and cupping his face in my hand. He just leans into the touch.
