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253 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 28, 2025
A one-time thing? With the connection they’d had? Yeah fucking right.
Noah pressed his forehead to Eli’s, putting every ounce of his sincerity into his words. “I’m going to be so good to you, Eli. You won’t regret it. I won’t let you.”
Home, his heart was telling him. This was home. This person, this nest, this bond.
“I think you should invite me inside.”
“We haven’t even kissed,” Eli told him, even as he let Noah pluck his empty cup from his hands. “Maybe we’re not compatible.”
They were compatible. They were compatible as fuck.
“How fast can you be?” Noah gave him a look. “Baby, I’m twenty-one. I can last thirty seconds if you let me.”
“When Eli was as covered with his pheromones as he could possibly be—short of Noah fucking him right there in the front hallway—Noah dropped his head onto Eli’s shoulder.
“I hate him,” he murmured, ragged and worn. “I’ve never hated anyone before, but I fucking hate him.”
Eli stroked Noah’s curls with a tentative hand.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
“You lied,” Noah accused, though there was no real heat in it. “Before.”
“I did.” Eli wrapped his other arm around Noah’s waist, holding Noah against him. The angle was awkward with their height difference, but Noah didn’t care. “I didn’t want him to—to ruin things just by existing, I guess.”
Noah huffed a breath against Eli’s neck, his hands landing on Eli’s hips.
“You think I can’t handle your history?”
“I think you shouldn’t have to, this early on.”
Why was he so cute? And how could he be so cute and hot at the same time?
“Then can I ask you something completely inappropriate?” Eli grinned at him, mischief in his brown eyes. “Why the hell not?”
“You ever taken someone’s virginity?”
“You fucked me open with your tongue already,” Eli told him, knocking his hand away. “Put your cock in me, Noah.” “Jesus.”
“Will you let me, Eli? Let me taste you like I’ve been dying to?”
“I’m going to be so good to you, Eli. You won’t regret it. I won’t let you.”
“Can I scent mark you?” he found himself asking. Jesus. So much for not jumping the gun. Eli spluttered at him for a minute or so, which was pretty fucking cute, before he gathered his words. “What? No. Jesus. We can’t—” “Just a little,” Noah told him. “I’m kind of losing it here.”
And really … a one-time thing? With the connection they’d had? Yeah fucking right.
“I’d like to be your boyfriend,” Noah told him immediately, keeping up his steady streak of having absolutely zero chill.
“I’m going to be so good to you, Eli. You won’t regret it. I won’t let you.”