Obiora brushed by him, his body heat pulling at Ejiro like a siren song. He walked ahead, and Ejiro used the opportunity to unabashedly take in the breadth of Obiora’s wide shoulders, the thickness of his arms. He could easily imagine himself being enfolded within Obiora’s embrace; Obiora looked like he was made for warm hugs and cosy snuggling. The thought of it made Ejiro’s entire body practically burn with longing.
