Infatuation bubbled up in Alexei's chest, and it even started to seep through the cracks.
It crawled beneath his skin, hot and restless, until even the steady rhythm of his breath felt too loud in the quiet space.
How was his baby so damn charming?
He had expected Elijah to reject him or kiss him in that sweet, gentle way of his.
But Elijah did something unexpected.
The blushing young man stared at him with his deep, profound gray eyes before cupping Alexei's face.
Like a matchstick hitting a barrel of gasoline, the moment Elijah's lips met Alexei's, a loud boom echoed in Alexei's ears.
Because Elijah bit his lower lip after kissing him. "Lyosha, open your mouth."
Forget mouth, Alexei was willing to open his heart, his kidney, his liver, his everything.
The way Elijah skillfully kissed him, probing with gentleness, drawing Alexei even deeper with his affection.
