Page 36 of A DIY Christmas Miracle
Right?
I frantically sucked air into my lungs, desperately trying to come up with something we could do. Something interesting Eli would want to do. Which wasn’t easy considering we were in a skiing area and Eli hated skiing and didn’t even really like the snow — at least not if he needed to touch it.
“Calm down.” Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “It was meant to be a joke. I mean… you clearly have the hots for him, and since you’ll have the entire cabin to yourselves tomorrow…” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and just in case I didn’t get it, he also pressed his tongue into his cheek, mimicking… whatever.
“I…”
“Have a crush on Eli, I know. We went over this already.” Jack wrapped an arm around my shoulders and grinned at me. “And that’s exactly why I’m taking my wife to this spa thing tomorrow. You’ll have Eli all to yourself. Use this chance.”
With a final pat on the back, Jack headed back to the living room, leaving me and my swirling thoughts all alone.
Use this chance.
But how?
Sighing, I stared at the sink.
Use this chance.
Lost in thought, I rinsed the cup under cold water.
Use this chance.
My thoughts were swirling around in my head, faster and faster until they were just one big, moving mess. I placed the cup on the drainer, grabbed the kettle, and filled it up.
I could use a cup of coffee. I wasn’t tired anymore, anyway, and I had the unmistakable feeling I was in for a long, long night.
Chapter 13
Will
Once again, I awoke snuggled up to a sleeping Eli. One could probably call it a habit by now. A habit I’d love to be able to keep long after this vacation. Falling asleep next to Eli in the evening and waking up next to him — or halfway on top of him — even after this vacation ended would mean there was something between us. That he really wanted me in his bed and I wasn’t just the weird and slightly creepy acquaintance who liked to get a little too close at night.
Today, Eli was lying on his side while I’d curled up against his back, firmly keeping him close to my chest with one arm and a leg slung protectively over his.
I sighed and buried my nose in his hair, enjoying how close he was, how his hair tickled in my nose, his unmistakable scent. With a heavy heart, I decided it was time to detach myself before Eli woke up. Oh, how I wished I didn’t have to do this anymore.
I slowly pulled my leg back and then carefully tried extracting my arm from where Eli was grabbing it.
“Don’t.” It was just a soft whisper, barely audible, but Eli may as well have been shouting at me.
Don’t.The word echoed in my mind.Don’t.He didn’t want me to let go of him.Don’t.His icy fingers tightened their grip on my arm, holding me in place with gentle force.
If Eli was awake, would he still insist on cuddling with me?
I didn’t know. And even though that definitely meant I needed to put a safe and appropriate distance between us as soon as possible, I couldn’t bring myself to wriggle out of his grip. Instead, I did the absolute morally wrong thing and moved closer until I felt Eli’s back pressed against my chest again. Tilting my head until my nose was buried in his silver strands, I breathed in his scent. It was addicting, intoxicating, and tried to persuade me to close my eyes just for a second…
Not a bad idea. I could get a little more sleep, enjoy his warmth for a while, the closeness, the peace.
Eli moved — and my body went rigid. Wriggling his butt, he moved closer until his delectably tight ass was firmly pressed against my cock, who instantly took notice. The knowledge that Eli was pressing his cute little butt against my cock was enough for it to harden. It didn’t matter that there was a comforter, pajamas, and two sets of underwear between us and, in reality, I couldn’t feel that much of his ass at all. Still, I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. The soft sound echoed in the silence of our room, dancing right into Eli’s ears.
In panic, I held my breath, squeezing my eyes closed while waiting for a reaction. Was he still asleep? Had I woken him up by moaning?
For a moment, nothing happened at all. Eli didn’t move, just like he never moved at night. I was just about to let the breath I’d been holding escape from my lungs when he stiffened in my arms.
My lungs were burning, screaming at me in protest, and I wanted nothing more than to pull back so my erection wasn’t pressed against him anymore.
He’d jump up any second now, and he’d be furious. He’d… sigh and relax again?
