"How long have you planned to stare at me?"
Elio's heart jumped, and his eyes instantly went wide; his trail of thought abruptly stopped at Andrew's voice. Elio stared at Andrew in surprise as Andrew opened his eyes and turned to look at Elio while muttering,
"It's late. You should sleep—"
Andrew's words got caught in his throat when his eyes met Elio's eyes, which were filled with raw lust and dark desire. And they were for him. Andrew's breath was stuck in his throat, and a shudder erupted through his body at his lust-filled gaze on him.
Andrew wasn't asleep. He couldn't fall asleep at all. How could he do that when he was at Elio's bed with him lying next to him at night alone and, most importantly, with him staring at him?
