Eli trailed his thumb from their temple to the hinge of their jaw, studying their face, and they couldn’t fathom moving away. Couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. “You’re really handsome,” he whispered. He blinked, as if to clear his head, and his cheeks darkened. Kye’s chest constricted. They closed their eyes, tempering a smile. “Go to sleep, Eli.” He dropped his hand to their waist and dragged his claws across their lower back, drawing patterns along their skin. “Shit,” he muttered, like he’d been caught.
